Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for me  Way back in 1619 began this tragic story  Thrown into slavery the crime was the color of skin  Never to see the light of the past again    [Chorus:]  I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song  I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame  I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way  I wanna go where the wind calls my name  The wind is calling India India India    It's a typical Savannah day  So I take my guitar to the park and I play  Sitting up under the live oak tree  The strangest feeling came over me  Is this the tree where my brother was hung?  Is this the ground where is body was burnt?  God gave to me the gift of song so I dedicate this one    [chorus]    Superiority, who have you better than me  Wasting precious time on racist mentality  This is only the beginning  because we'll be pushing up daisies in the ending  Spirit knows no color either you're a hater or a lover    [chorus]