A boy is born in Hardtime Mississippi Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty His parents give him love and affection To keep him strong, movin' in the right direction Living just enough, just enough for the city, Yeah
His father works some days for fourteen hours And you can bet he barely makes a dollar His mother goes to scrub the floors for many And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny Living just enough, just enough for the city
His sister's black, but she is sho 'nuff pretty Her skirt is short, but Lord her legs are sturdy To walk to school, she's got to get up early Her clothes are old, but never are they dirty Living just enough, just enough for the city
Her brother's smart, he's got more sense than many His patience's long, but soon he won't have any To find a job is like a haystack needle, 'cause Where he lives, they don't use coloured people Living just enough, just enough for the city Living just enough for the city Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
