Send "Here’s To The State Of Mississippi" Ringtone to your Cell Phone

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G em d
Heres to the state of mississippi,
G f
For underheath her borders, the devil draws no lines,
G f
If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find.
G f
Whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes,
G em am d
The calender is lyin when it reads the present time.
G em c g
Whoa heres to the land youve torn out the heart of,
G em d g
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of!

Heres to the people of mississippi
Who say the folks up north, they just dont understand
And they tremble in their shadows at the thunder of the klan
The sweating of their souls cant wash the blood from off their hands
They smile and shrug their shoulders at the murder of a man
Oh, heres to the land youve torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

Heres to the schools of mississippi
Where theyre teaching all the children that they dont have to care
All of rudiments of hatred are present everywhere
And every single classroom is a factory of despair
Theres nobody learning such a foreign word as fair
Oh, heres to the land youve torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

Heres to the cops of mississippi
Theyre chewing their tobacco as they lock the prison door
Their bellies bounce inside them as they knock you to the floor
No they dont like taking prisoners in their private little war
Behind their broken badges there are murderers and more
Oh, heres to the land youve torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

And, heres to the judges of mississippi
Who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into the court
Theyre guarding all the bastions with their phony legal fort
Oh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners report
When the black man stands accused the trial is always short
Oh, heres to the land youve torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

And heres to the government of mississippi
In the swamp of their bureaucracy theyre always bogging down
And criminals are posing as the mayors of the towns
Theyre hoping that no one sees the sights and hears the sounds
And the speeches of the governor are the ravings of a clown
Oh, heres to the land youve torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

And heres to the laws of mississippi
Congressmen will gather in a circus of delay
While the constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay
Unwed mothers should be sterilized, Ive even heard them say
Yes, corruption can be classic in the mississippi way
Oh, heres to the land youve torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of

And heres to the churches of mississippi
Where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust
And the sunday morning sermons pander to their lust
The fallen face of jesus is choking in the dust
Heaven only knows in which God they can trust
Oh, heres to the land youve torn out the heart of
Mississippi find yourself another country to be part of
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