Well I woke up this morning and I made a resolution I said, “I’m never going to sing another sad song again.” I decided I’d admit it I am not an intellectual No the words, they never come easy unless I’m singing them and the hills that I was born in will never leave me no matter how hard I try
And then my brother was murdered while my father was in prison and the girl that I sometimes loved up and moved away and my body filled up with blackness and the darkness, it wanted to drown me and I heard my father’s footsteps catching up to me and he took me by the shoulders and he said, “Son, my hands are strong but I hope you have the strength to shake us free Shake us free, boy Shake us free, my son You’d better shake us free.”
And now I’m lying in a van in Chicago in the springtime and the rain outside that’s falling sounds just like popcorn But before I open my eyes I think I’ll make this resolution ‘No, I’m never going to sing another sad song for as long as I live!’ And the light coming through the window is making everything glow And he took me by the shoulders and he said “Son, I know my hands are strong but I hope you have the strength to shake us free Shake us free Shake us free Shake us free, my son!”
I made a resolution I made a resolution I made a resolution I made a resolution