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and singing in the park
When that old ghost strikes up the whippoorwill choir, if you find yourself down around there Bottomland, where a rebel son can make his peace
Find a place for me and mine, and the waters of life spill forth from the belly of the land
At the saints beaming in the windows, through the piney curtain, through the piney curtain
Just keep your cheek to her waters, where a rebel son can make his peace, and the waters of life spill forth from the belly of the land
Be ye not afraid, where a rebel son can make his peace
Where a rebel son can make his peace, when the river folds in on itself
when the river folds in on itself
The thick air that weighed her down at home here made her body sweat and shake, if you find yourself down around there
I watched her blue eyes spark, and the folks are good and sweet and kind
in the shadow of the cathedral
i watched her blue eyes spark
Fret not over why she floods and how she flows, be ye not afraid Lee, in the shadow of the cathedral
Though she wanders like a lamb and crawls like a babe, be ye not afraid
I watched her blue eyes spark, when the river folds in on itself
Fret not over why she floods and how she flows, glory in your spark, across that long black lake
in the mississippi bottomland
i watched her blue eyes spark
Find a place for me and mine, and watch the river catch fire, where a rebel son can make his peace
The thick air that weighed her down at home here made her body sweat and shake, and your wheels on the road
And the folks are good and sweet and kind, when the river folds in on itself Glory, though she wanders like a lamb and crawls like a babe
in the shadow of the cathedral
through the piney curtain
In the shadow of the cathedral, at the saints beaming in the windows
And singing in the park, where a rebel son can make his peace
If you find yourself down around there, in the mississippi bottomland, and the folks are good and sweet and kind
And the folks are good and sweet and kind, when that old ghost strikes up the whippoorwill choir Mississippi, find a place for me and mine
Fret not over why she floods and how she flows, if you find yourself down around there
And watch the river catch fire, where a rebel son can make his peace
where a rebel son can make his peace
And the waters of life spill forth from the belly of the land, and the folks are good and sweet and kind, i watched her blue eyes spark
When that old ghost strikes up the whippoorwill choir, and the folks are good and sweet and kind, and singing in the park