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My daddy told me about the old glory daysBut I made up my mind about Daddy's waysWe followed King to Atlanta and got the slaves all freeAnd the ladies come out from behind the fans of gentryAmericaAmericaHow you've broken freeAmericaAmericaWas your destinyI was at Daddy's bedside the night that he wentHe whispered real sad "the south won't rise again"They've all gone to Chicago to lose the slow accentLeaving me behind wondering where we wentAmericaAmericaAre you losing your mindAmericaAmerica
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