mississippi, it's time
earle, steve
don't you reckon it's time
cause the world turned round
and we can't move ahead if we're lookin' behind
wanna know if you're with me
cause i come from a long long line
of a rebel strain but the wind has changed
don't you reckon it's time
all the crosses burned and the lessons unlearned
left a scar across my heart and it's ten miles wide
sick of sloggin' through the history of this wounded land of mine
still payin' the cost cause the war was lost
don't you reckon it's time
i wish i was in a land that never held a soul in bondage ever
wouldn't have to drag these chains behind
south carolina came across the line
dixieland will never miss me but i whistle that tune sometimes
and i'll sing it loud when the flag comes down
don't you reckon it's time