To+Kill+a+Mockingbird

[|What's to Become of a Mockingbird] In a courtroom in a southern town Watchers white and black and brown Come to see the falling down Of a mockingbird They won’t uproot a lie so old With so much history to uphold No matter how the truth is told Against a white man’s word And so the mockingbird is caged A sacrifice for day and age To bring the turning of a page Not just yet, but more near it What’s to become of a mockingbird Singing so sweet in the tree When’s this world gonna be a place Where the innocent go free High up in the balcony Nesting as if in a tree Two eggs among the ebony In danger of the fall But they won’t break despite the spill A father’s firm unbending will Cushions where the fall would kill Innocence and all He who would protect his young He who would have justice done Draws the truth which must be sung But cannot make them hear it What’s to become of a mockingbird Singing so sweet in the tree When’s this world gonna be a place Where the innocent go free The path is never clean or sterile Seeking justice invites peril Unleashing beasts rabid and feral Loose upon our streets A father, though he aims the best Preparing them for trial and test Must let the young ones leave the nest Their own wings for to beat When their little world is shaken A friend who know the feel of breaking Comes out in time to stop the taking Of their precious songs What’s to become of a mockingbird Singing so sweet in the tree When’s this world gonna be a place Where the innocent go free
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 * What’s to Become of the Mockingbird by Angie Heimann**
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"Mrs. Dubose" by Drive By Truckers media type="custom" key="23842660" width="338" height="386" Songwriters: John Michael Cooley; Earl Clenton Hicks Iii; Patterson Hood; Rob Malone; Bradley Scott Morgan Jupiter mules oh, the kickin' out all the stops Newfangled dogs danglin' stars from her eyelids She can't read between the lies anymore Lord, help her rise just one more time if you can So still the children read to her till she opens up her hands When my body dies will you remember my name? When my body dies will you remember my name? Oh, Mrs. Dubose you were such a flower There you're all dead inside, so withered and insane Oh, Mrs. Dubose you were such a flower You got the death, the dust and the opium runnin' through Runnin' through, run through your veins So black maid stays 'cause she's paid to be around Condemned and scared for all she knows So you better look at the road when you pass She gonna fix you with that evil eye Unless you're holdin' your old man's hand You better pass on by, you better pass on by When my body dies will you remember my name? Lord, when my body dies will you remember my name? Oh, Mrs. Dubose you were such a flower There you're all dead inside, so withered and insane So, oh, Mrs. Dubose, yeah, you were such a flower You got the death, the dust and the opium runnin' through Runnin' through your veins
 * Drive By Truckers: Mrs. Dubose Lyrics **

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