our red earth

The poor man's back is falling under
the debt of the rich man.
He wipes his brow and pulls on longer,
until he falls back down.
He falls back down and you charge him,
and then he pays you back.
Give him no hand out to help him,
get up with broken straps

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The native spirit wants her solace
and dignified respect.
The governor's daughter
sleeps with tradition
and walks on the flower beds.
They will steal and
call it honor
to wear plunder on their heads.

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The quiet earth is run all over
By heavy killing things
Pumping water, angry bother
Awaken Persephone
And she'll shake,
she'll crumble underneath
For the oil, for the barrels, 
She will bleed

Ooooh, ooh ooooooh
Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh

The black woman
​has no protection
From force of a white hand.
Thirteen women,
until he stood and cried behind a stand
Oh he cried -- once -- for the TV screen
Thirteen women,
their tears went unbelieved

Ooooh, ooh ooooooh
Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh

Oh our red earth will crumble underneath

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"Our Red Earth"  ©  2016 Annie Oakley Music
Words and music by Sophia Babb & Joanna Grace Babb