No one to tell his troubles to
So he tells it all to God.
Stigmatized and buffed about,
He's pressing through the storm.
South of the Mason-Dixon line
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The Negro have no home.
There are thousands of honorable Negroes,
Some are living, some are dead.
Like the leaves that fade away
Not hardly a word is said.
So wake up Negroes go register and vote
And fight for your rights.
Aug. 14, 1964
written by a Benton Country farmes
Great Grandfather Was a Slave. Are You?
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