Somewhere in the back woods
Where the football scouts don’t come
The winter last forever
The hunger is in your baby’s eyes
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Out here on 75
You lived for work and money
The kitchen breathed the winter
Held the cold
Like smoke and coal
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They carried him over the mountain
With seven shotgun shells
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He swore no more poverty
He swore no more hunger
But the color of his skin ….
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Two rode on the hood with the snow in the headlights coming down
They had to get him to Birmingham
Before the fighting began
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Way out in the mountains
On the back of 75
Your kitchen holds the winter
Your kids are sick and cold
With hunger in their eyes
The football scouts don’t come
The coal mines have been shut down
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The railroad couldn’t make the mountain
They’re carrying a black journalist across the mountain with seven shotgun shells ….
Regarding Samuel 