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Lyrics:
Picking up a head of steam Pulling in from New Orleans Back to Jackson To my hometown Where southern hospitality Was first ingrained deep inside of me For I still say yes sir And no ma’am But the need for reconciliation For all the years of segregation Makes me question How far that southern charm extends
I believe all men were made equal I believe in the image of another
It’s in the ground Where our grandfathers lay It’s in the blood and marrow Water and the clay In my soul Is a deep, deep longing For the people in this town To see the silver lining
Now that I’m old and grown I wanna get out of this town Move up north with my girls, plant roots and settle down No matter if I stay or go I’ll keep this feeling I have always known Oh, a sense of belonging I was made on this earth But it’s not all I was made for For when I finally go home My father will meet me at the door
I believe that this time has great meaning I believe there is more than what we’re seeing
It’s in the ground Where our grandfathers lay It’s in the blood and marrow Water and the clay In my soul Is a deep, deep longing For the people in this town To see the silver lining
I believe (I believe) I’m where I am made to be (I believe) Behind the clouds there is beauty
It’s in the ground Where our grandfathers lay It’s in the blood and marrow Water and the clay In my soul Is a deep, deep longing For the people in this town To see the silver lining
In my soul Is a deep, deep longing For the people in this town To see the silver lining
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