The Mississippi Mud
There's something like blood
How many more must die
Dead, chewed up in the reeds
sweet bud now you deep
Old Man River rolls on
But he knows something is wrong
The Mississippi mud is soaked in black blood
How many more must die
my heart is singing a sad song
cuz' so many brothers are gone
it's happened many times before
Lord, lord how many more?
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