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It is a legacy It was handed down to me Poor dirt farmer Skinny mule Parched the red clay Like it was the red sea It is a legacy Both me and You You are a black man I am a white man Both come from southland Both doing the best we can Well the grim reaper Is my brother's keeper The way my brother was kept Small wonder Jesus wept Is it a legacy Passed down to you and me What we're taught to believe We never question these things It is a legacy It's a wild and bitter seed Blown across those fertile fields Where the roots run deep Letras de canciones Both got calloused hands Blue collared working men Down here in Bubba land What's in a name Both living rent ot rent Some owe the government We are quite different We are the same It is a legacy Passed down to you and me What we learn to believe We never question these things It is a legacy A wild and bitter seed Blown across those fertile fields Where the roots run deep Sundays we congregate Praise Jesus pass the plate Sitting in our Sunday best Singing hymns and wiping sweat We learn the golden rule in separate Sunday schools Our house long divided against itself It is a legacy Passed down to you and me What we choose to believe We dare not question these things It is a legacy It is a wild and bitter seed Scattered on those fertile feilds Where the roots run deep From Letras Mania