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we were marching from montgomery, alabama, '65, freedom riders, jim crow heroes, come to keep the faith alive, we were picking southern cotton, registration for the vote, we were one then, we were young then, when black & white still spoke, now it's all gone to pieces, god alone knows why, just a story they call history, written down in black & white, and we set aside our anger, and we set aside our fears, and we built a common future, on the bedrock of our tears, and we marched for the children, and the millions without hope, we agreed to believe, when black & white still spoke, now it's all gone to pieces, god alone knows why, just a story they call history, written down in black & white, nothing's sadder than the man who, thinks he's free when he is chained, to the prison of his hatred, and a dream gone up in flames, colored only at the fountains, congregations, soda shops, colored only in the bathrooms, and the cemetery lots, and if jesus was a black man, or as white as sambo's grin, it's his words that we'd remember, not the color of his skin, it's all gone to pieces, god alone knows why, just a story they call history, written down in black & white

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Artist: janis ian