What I?ve realized since is   That it is a very painful process   But it is not destructive   It?s the world deliberation      That what really happened in the '60s   Was that this country took just the first step   Toward admittin? that it had been wrong on race   And creativity burst out in all directions      From the color of the faces in Sunday songs   To the hatred they raised all the youngsters on   Once upon a time in this country, long ago   She knew there was somethin? wrong      Because the song said yellow, red, black, and white   Everyone precious in the path of Christ   But what about the daughter of the woman cleanin? their house   Wasn?t she a child they were singin? about?      And if Jesus loves us black and white skin   Why didn't her white mother invite them in?   When did it become a room for no blacks to step in?   How did she already know not to ask the question?      Left lastin? impressions   Adolescence?s comforts gone   She never thought things would ever change   But she always knew there was somethin? wrong      She always knew there was somethin? wrong   She always knew there was somethin? wrong      Years later she found herself Mississippi bound   To help stop the legalized lynchin? of Mr. Willie McGee   But they couldn?t stop it, so, they thought   That they?d talk to the governor about what happened and say   ?Were tired of bein? used as an excuse to kill black men?      But the cops wouldn?t let ?em past   And these women they struck ?em as uppity   So, they hauled ?em all off to jail   And they called it protective custody      Then from her cell she heard her jailers grumblin? about outsiders   When she called him out and said she was from the South   They shouted, ?Why is a nice Southern lady   Makin? trouble for the governor??      She said, ?I guess I'm not your type of lady   And I guess I'm not your type of Southerner   But before you call me traitor, well, it?s plainest just to say   I was a child in Mississippi but I'm ashamed of it today?      She always knew there was somethin? wrong   She always knew there was somethin? wrong   She always knew there was somethin? wrong   She always knew there was somethin? wrong      And all of a sudden I realized that I was on the other side      Imagine the world that you?re standin? within   All of your neighbors and family friends   How would you cope facin? the fact   The flesh on their hands was tainted with sin?      She faced this every day   In people she saw on a regular basis   People she loved in several cases   People she knew were incredibly racist      It was painful but she never stopped lovin? them   Never stopped callin? their names   And she never stopped bein? a Southern woman   And she never stopped fightin? for change      And she saw that her struggle was in the tradition   Of ancestors never aware of her   It continues today, the soul of a Southerner   Born of the other America      She always knew there was somethin? wrong   She always knew there was somethin? wrong   She always knew there was somethin? wrong   She always knew there was somethin? wrong      What you win in the immediate battles is   Is little compared to the effort you put into it   But if you see that as a part   Of this total movement to build a new world   You know what cathedral you're buildin?   When you put your stone in      You do have a choice   You don't have to be a part of the world of the lynchers   You can join the other America   There is an other America