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My Mamma cried When she'd heard what I'd done My Daddy went back inside And he grabbed his gun I'd met a girl on the other side of town Of course I am white and of course she is brown I don't rightly care cause we're both in love And I ain't gonna let her suffer none We's from Birmingham Down South Birmingham Alabama you see If'n you must know the year I'd say a shameful 1963 There was unrest amongst the people Which was bad enough But it was doubly troublesome On our taboo love Deep segregation kept our worlds apart Something the youth of the day couldn't see Outside color don't matter, it's what's in the heart That's the hold she has over me Not really sure things have changed all that much Though it's our nature to want to pretend I'm not much into caring what others might think Sometimes you gotta stand up like a man I'm telling this tale from my front porch swing As I listen to my Grandchildren's playful screams While holding hands rocking back and forth My lovely brown skinned beauty and me
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 7:51 AM UTC
"TABOO LOVE"
My Mamma cried When she'd heard what I'd done My Daddy went back inside And he grabbed his gun I'd met a girl on the other side of town Of course I am white and of course she is brown I don't rightly care cause we're both in love And I ain't gonna let her suffer none We's from Birmingham Down South Birmingham Alabama you see If'n you must know the year I'd say a shameful 1963 There was unrest amongst the people Which was bad enough But it was doubly troublesome On our taboo love Deep segregation kept our worlds apart Something the youth of the day couldn't see Outside color don't matter, it's what's in the heart That's the hold she has over me Not really sure things have changed all that much Though it's our nature to want to pretend I'm not much into caring what others might think Sometimes you gotta stand up like a man I'm telling this tale from my front porch swing As I listen to my Grandchildren's playful screams While holding hands rocking back and forth My lovely brown skinned beauty and me
mike-hauser
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Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 7:51 AM UTC
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