Fixing America In 500 Words Or Less Chapter 22 GONNA RISE UP click here if song fails to play in 6 seconds          Times were lean but we scrapped by in our humble little delta home          Raised crawfish in the pond, traded them for rice and corn          Then the muddy river rose up, Lord, an' it swallowed our whole town          Left a 200-ton boat on the bridge with it's prop just spinnin’ around                   Someday, we're gonna rise above this tide                   Build a bridge across the great American divide                   We’ll be dancin’ in the street to a united heart beat                   Oh, someday, we're gonna rise up          Now, in this hour of tragedy, it seems like everyone is torn          Between red an’ blue, left an’ right, wealthy and forlorn          But if we don’t pull together, cast our difference to the wind          The liberty bell’s gonna split apart, it’s either sink or swim                   Someday, we're gonna rise above this tide                   An' build a bridge across the great American divide                   We’ll be dancin’ in the street to a united heart beat                   Oh, someday, we're gonna rise up          I held my sweet baby close to me as she slowly, slowly passed away          Sing out Crescent City’s song, gonna rise again someday                   Oh, someday, we're gonna rise above this tide                   Build a bridge across this great American divide                   We’ll be dancin’ in the street to a united heart beat                   Oh, someday, we're gonna rise up          Gonna rise up                   Oh, someday, we're gonna rise above this tide                   An' build a bridge across the great American divide                   And this flood of tears we’ve all cried will one day long be dried                   Oh, someday, someday, we're all gonna rise up                   Oh, I believe, we're all gonna rise up, yeah * * Dedicated to Clarence Gatemouth Brown, one of the greatest musician/artists to ever grace the shores of this land called America, whose death at the age of 81, shortly after evacuating his home in New Orleans, is thought to have largely been from heartbreak in the wake of the devastation caused by Hurricane Katrina to his beloved city; and to Antoine Fats Domino, American Bourbon Street treasure, who was lost and is now found. Click Here to Go Back to Contents Click Here to eMail the Author Copyright © December 10th, 2019 by Richard Aberdeen. Copyright © December 10th, 2019 by Freedom Tracks Records. ( including from several earlier copyrights ) No part of this material may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including printing, photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher and signed by the author. For inquiries, please contact Freedom Tracks Records.  The essays entitled Revolution and Revolution ~ Side B are open copyright and may be reproduced and distributed as desired.