been paved by generations who have gone now to their rest. It's just remembrance of their dignity we ask. [Chorus:] So come on rally round this brave and valiant cause with tradition
enough of these negative comparisons a new breed of kids. Brought together by a movement and a sense of tradition the strong will survive. And together our backs can never be broken
A broken home, Lost and confused. Anger and hope, A lot of dreams to be fulfilled. The longest way I walk all alone. Carry the torch until the end And
(Traditional/Emmylou Harris) In that Resurrection morning When the trumpet of God shall sound We shall rise, (hallelujah) we shall rise. Then the saints
(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) Willie Moore was a king, his age twenty-one, He courted a damsel fair; O, her eyes was as bright as the diamonds every
(Traditional, arr. by J. Baez) The water is wide, I cannot get oer Neither have I wings to fly Give me a boat that can carry two And both shall row,
(Traditional) Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you
(Traditional) When John Henry was a little baby boy, sitting on the his papa's knee Well he picked up a hammer and little piece of steel Said Hammer'
the one on the left was in the middle And the guy in the rear was a Methodist This musical aggregation toured the entire nation Singing the traditional
their lambs away Leading them far away Chorus: Nobody knew His secret ambition Nobody knew His claim to fame He broke the old rules steeped in tradition
"They broke an old tradition, because the new millennium rearranged a celebration they all enjoyed, yet there's a costume contest Who'd draw the ace this
, pop a peal Cop a feel, on some cut, as we do it like this here on.. [sung] On Any Given Sunday, alllll, Atlanta will be born Ahhhhhh tradition will be broken
Hummers, tanks and all that Gon' SEE, that they meet shack in the end The world was my enemy, that's who was my friends On the strong delucious Unstoppable, followin the tradition
and morning i walk on the beach looking for a place to sleep My arms are hidden beneath my sailing skin i am broke and fucked up and i fall in the sand
Anyway during the supposed "famine" We lost a lot more than 10% of our nation Through deaths on land or on ships of emigration But what finally broke
you [Snoop] I'm makin things cappin fast ain't no need to wait around for what never seems to come along face lookin stupid broke startin feelin dumb
