Slave City

Have you ever been to Slave City Ever on my mind, And it really is a grave pity For all those friends of mine. A visit back to another time, With massah and the whip But this is now a modern crime, A slowly sinking ship. No running water in Slave City Just buckets and a well. A child at play gets dirt and gritty In a cold and living hell. The city bosses run Slave City Down in Selma, Alabam. In their three-piece suits they're so pretty And they don't give a damn. No white sheets worn in Slave City Too muddy in the sty And politicians there are so witty Taking money on the sly. No white folks live in Slave City On the other side of the tracks And cleaning maids they haven't any To clean their one room shacks. No welfare cars in Slave City No money in their hands Just hard times there in Slave City And no one understands.