Crawfordsville, Indiana

Duration

4:58

Genres

New Folk

Description

Lyrics

She was seventeen when the Woolworth burned In Crawfordsville, Indiana It was then she knew that no matter how She would find a way out of this town A third of her neighbors had voted for Wallace And ridiculed King and his dream The Beatles were singing but she can recall Just how hopeless and wrong it all seemed Judge me not By anything less than the shape of my character Let me dream That one day we all will be free She was twenty-six when she lost her job They blamed it on the recession But the waitresses that they didn’t fire Were the ones who were pretty and white She had to stay here for the sake of her daughter Though neighbors would not meet her eye When no one will help you, her parents had taught her, You turn to your kin to get by Judge me not By anything less than the shape of my character Let me dream That one day we all will be free She was forty-five when the New White Party Started a branch in the county Claiming Christian heritage for this nation And full separation by race This town made its revenue publishing Bibles You’d think that they’d know about love But some local churches had bred hate’s disciples And now they spread fear from above Judge me not By anything less than the shape of my character Let me dream That one day we all will be free She was sixty-one on that autumn night When all eyes were turned to Chicago When the counts were done pundits all proclaimed Indiana had voted for change She’d lived her whole life trying not to get angry For decades she’d been beaten down But now as her neighbors all gathered and sang She was finally at home in this town Judge me not By anything less than the shape of my character Let me dream That one day we all will be free One day we all will be free