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We were marching from Montgomery, Alabama, '65 Freedom riders, Jim Crow heroes, come to keep the faith alive We were picking Southern cotton, registration for the vote We were one then We were young then when black & white still spoke Now it's all gone to pieces God alone knows why Just a story they call history written down in black & white And we set aside our anger, and we set aside our fears And we built a common future on the bedrock of our tears And we marched for the children and the millions without hope We agreed to believe, when black & white still spoke Now it's all gone to pieces God alone knows why Letras de cancionesJust a story they call history written down in black & white Nothing's sadder than the man who thinks he's free when he is chained to the prison of his hatred and a dream gone up in flames Colored only at the fountains, congregations, soda shops Colored only in the bathrooms and the cemetery lots And if Jesus was a black man or as white as Sambo's grin it's his words that we'd remember not the color of his skin It's all gone to pieces God alone knows why Just a story they call history written down in black & white From Letras Mania