Southern Journey

My ears hath heard the sweet music Of a New Orleans jug band, Whose sound can only compete with that of a sonorous slave spiritual I hear one now I hear people now I hear people marching because they've had enough , Because Emmet Till was enough , Because love and faith is enough , Because the fact that they are human beings with hearts, souls and brains is enough Walking straight through the Seven Hells of the place known as Selma , Soldiers entering battle with righteousness as their only weapon(59 words SF) They stop marching, but I walk onward My eyes hath seen mountains that penetrate heaven, brushing up against planets They're filled with miners And farmers, Poor Irish Protestants who don't want nothing from no one nohow (28 words SF) I dance with them, Play the fiddle in Nashville Rocky Top doesn't exist, but you want to live there don't you? (50 words SF) I hitched a ride on a titanic black horse , Until it galloped me to Kentucky And I took creative writing lessons from Robert Penn Warren Jumped like a jack rabbit, I Caught the train back to Birmingham, I was made aware that Yelawolf was a fellow wayfarer, (23 words SF) He was headed home to Gadsden, Trying to see our God Vulcan on the way there, Rapped on the way, With Pimp C and UGK, But decided I'd head home on another day, Cause one day you're here, Next day you're gone One day you're off and one day you're on Hitch hiked to pretty Charleston, And before I camped on an island, I took the rebel flag and used it as fuel, So I could have a barbecue