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Backstory:

An homage to the slaves who lived here before me.                                                                                                                                   

Lyrics:

                                                  
VERSE 1
I see clothes pins holding a sundress of indigo
I almost see you with your basket bending low
I know the sun baked your face as you hung linen sheets
Sheets that never made a bed for you to lay your swollen cheek

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You used to sing mournful, soulful hymns
In my home town, when this land was all cotton
I can still hear your voice ride on the wind
And I promise you, you are not forgotten

VERSE 2
Kids now play around abandoned relics of the farm
Laughing and climbing and tugging on the wood plow arm
That old plow holds memories your family carried
Now salted and rusted, broken and half-buried

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