Wyclef Jean - Here's to the State of Mississippi lyrics
[Wyclef Jean - Here's to the State of Mississippi lyrics]
Here's to the state of Mississippi
For underneath her borders the
Devil draws no lines
The devil draws no line
If you drag her muddy river
Nameless bodies you will find, you will find
Whoa, the fat trees of the forest
Have hid a thousand crimes, a thousand crimes
The calendar is lyin'
When it reads the present time
The present time
Whoa, here's to the land
You've torn out the heart of, the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country
To be part of, to be part of, yeah
Here's to the state of Mississippi
Whoa, and here's to the state of Mississippi
Here's to the people of Mississippi
Who say the folks up north
They just don't understand
They just don't understand and they
Tremble in their shadows
At the thunder of the Klan
At the thunder of the Klan
The sweating of their souls
Can't wash the blood from their hands
From their hands
They smile and shrug their shoulders
At the murder of a man
At the murder of a man
Oh, here's to the land you've
Torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country
To be part of, to be part of
Here's to the state of Mississippi
Whoa, and here's to the state of Mississippi
And here's to the cops of Mississippi
They're chewing their tobacco
As they lock the prison door
They lock prison door
Their bellies bounce inside them when they
Knock you on the floor
They take
No they don't like taking prisoners
In their private little war
In their prive little war
Behind their broken bades they're murderers
They're murderers, they're murderers
They're murderers
Oh, here's to the land you've
Torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country
To be part of, to be part of
Here's to the state of Mississippi
Whoa, and here's to the state of Mississippi
So here's to the state of Mississippi
For underneath her borders the
Devil draws no lines
The devil draws no line
If you drag her muddy river
Nameless bodies you will find, you will find
Whoa, the fat trees of the forest
Have hid a thousand crimes, a thousand crimes
The calendar is lyin'
When it reads the present time
The present time
Whoa, here's to the land
You've torn out the heart of, the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country
To be part of, to be part of, yeah
Here's to the state of Mississippi
Whoa, and here's to the state of Mississippi
Here's to the people of Mississippi
Who say the folks up north
They just don't understand
They just don't understand and they
Tremble in their shadows
At the thunder of the Klan
At the thunder of the Klan
The sweating of their souls
Can't wash the blood from their hands
From their hands
They smile and shrug their shoulders
At the murder of a man
At the murder of a man
Oh, here's to the land you've
Torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country
To be part of, to be part of
Here's to the state of Mississippi
Whoa, and here's to the state of Mississippi
And here's to the cops of Mississippi
They're chewing their tobacco
As they lock the prison door
They lock prison door
Their bellies bounce inside them when they
Knock you on the floor
They take
No they don't like taking prisoners
In their private little war
In their prive little war
Behind their broken bades they're murderers
They're murderers, they're murderers
They're murderers
Oh, here's to the land you've
Torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country
To be part of, to be part of
Here's to the state of Mississippi
Whoa, and here's to the state of Mississippi
So here's to the state of Mississippi