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
How you've broken free
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
Are you losing your mind?
Don't leave me behind
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Songwriter(s): Marcos Curiel, B. Sharp, Simon Sean Nicholas David Austin, Noah Bernardo, Mark Daniels, Steven M. Stern, Paul Simon, Stuart Aaron Hart, Don Dilego, Paul Sandoval
Copyright: Mushroom Music Int. B.V., Seven Mile Lane Music, Souljah Music, Sony/ATV Harmony, Paul Simon Music, Firematic Music
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