Texty: Heart. America.

My daddy told me about the old glory days But I made up my mind about Daddy's ways We followed King to Atlanta and got the slaves all free And the ladies come out from behind the fans of gentry America America How you've broken free America America Was your destiny I was at Daddy's bedside the night that he went He whispered real sad "the south won't rise again" They've all gone to Chicago to lose the slow accent Leaving me behind wondering where we went America America Are you losing your mind America America Don't leave me behind