Legacy

It is a legacy

It was handed down to me

Poor dirt farmer

Skinny mule

Parched the red clay

Like it was the red sea

It is a legacy

Both me and You

You are a black man

I am a white man

Both come from southland

Both doing the best we can

Well the grim reaper

Is my brother's keeper

The way my brother was kept

Small wonder Jesus wept

Is it a legacy

Passed down to you and me

What we're taught to believe

We never question these things

It is a legacy

It's a wild and bitter seed

Blown across those fertile fields

Where the roots run deep

Both got calloused hands

Blue collared working men

Down here in Bubba land

What's in a name

Both living rent ot rent

Some owe the government

We are quite different

We are the same

It is a legacy

Passed down to you and me

What we learn to believe

We never question these things

It is a legacy

A wild and bitter seed

Blown across those fertile fields

Where the roots run deep

Sundays we congregate

Praise Jesus pass the plate

Sitting in our Sunday best

Singing hymns and wiping sweat

We learn the golden rule

in separate Sunday schools

Our house long divided against itself

It is a legacy

Passed down to you and me

What we choose to believe

We dare not question these things

It is a legacy

It is a wild and bitter seed

Scattered on those fertile feilds

Where the roots run deep

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Lyrics submitted by Isabella.