Number One In America - David Massengill

    In Nineteen hundred and sixty-three
    In my hometown, Bristol Tennessee
    I was sitting on my mother's knee
    Watching "Amos 'n' Andy" on TV

    Amos was Santa Claus on Christmas Eve
    A little girl was tugging at his sleeve
    Saying, "Can I have a doll my own color please?"
    He Said, "Honey, you can make believe..."

    Just then came a call on the telephone
    It was the mayor, he asked if my daddy was home
    This was for his ears alone
    Mom and me listened on the second phone

    Mayor said, "The freedom Riders are on their way
    And they'll be here by Christmas day
    Our laws they vow to disobey
    'Cause our school is as white as the milky way

    Well, now we're really in a fix
    We can't let 'em show us up like country hicks
    But once the races mix
    It's good-bye Jim Crow politics

    First it's fourty acres and a mule
    Then they want to swim in our swimming pool
    Pretty soon they'll be wanting to go to school
    Where we were taught the golden rule

    Imagine them telling us how to live
    Imagine them telling us how to live

    Chorus:
    We're number one in America
    Number one in America
    Beat the drum for Uncle Sam
    Overcome in Birmingham
    Dynamite in a Baptist church
    Four teen aged girls lost in the lurch
    Fire hoses and the billy clubs
    Police dogs and the racist thugs
    Nightriders and the lynching mobs
    Lawmen say they're only doing their jobs
    To slay number one in America.

    Ax-handles vs. the right to vote
    All white jury, that's all she wrote
    Back of the bus, don't rock the boat
    Separate but equal by the throat

    That was twenty-odd years ago
    Where's the change in the status quo?
    The freedom land is lying low
    it's shackled down on rotten row

    The black skinned man still gets the snub
    When he applies to the country club
    But he still gets hired to trim the shrubs
    Gel down on the floor and scub

    There's a businessman out on his yacht
    He's a rain or sunshine patriot
    He says it's all a commie plot
    To be Number One in America...

    [Chorus]

    The Ku Klux Klan is still around
    With a permit to march in my home town
    But only on Virginia's ground
    The Tennesse side turned them down

    The sheriff stood there with his deputies
    Ostensibly to keep the peace
    But he made us this guarantee
    "By God, They'll not march into Tennessee'"

    The network cameras were triple tiered
    We laughed and cried, we hooted and jeered
    But mostly we stood there unfeared
    'Til the Ku Klux Klan dissappeared

    In some far off distant dawn
    When black is president and not a pawn
    Will they burn crosses on the white house law
    And talk of all the days bygone

    Imagine them telling us how lo live
    Imagine them telling us how to live

    We're number one in America...

    [Chorus]

    Last Christmas Eve at the K-Mart store
    A white family there, they was dirt poor
    Father said, "Kids, pick one toy - no more
    Even though we can ill afford..."

    I watched his son choose a basketball
    The oldest girl a creole shawl
    The littlest girl chose a black skinned doll
    And she held it to her chest in awe

    I watched to see how they'd react
    Since they were white and the doll was black
    But the mom and dad were matter-of-fact
    They checked to see if the doll was cracked

    So may you make a rebel stand
    Where black and white go hand in hand
    Until they reach the freedom land
    Where the lion lies down with the lamb

    Chorus
    O Number one in America
    Number one in America
    Beat the drum for Uncle Sam
    Overcome in Birmingham
    Dynamite in a Baptist church
    Four teenaged girls lost in the lurch
    Firehoses and the billy clubs
    Police dogs and the racist thugs
    Turn back the clock to Little Rock

    Bought and sold on the auction block
    Nightriders and the lynching mobs
    Lawmen say they're only doing their job
    To stay number one in America

    We shall overcome someday

    © 1987 David Massengill

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