It is a legacy

It was handed down to me

My poor dirt farmerAnd skinny mule

You parched the red clay

Like it was the red sea

It is a legacy

To both me and you

You are a black man

I am a white man

Both come from southland

Both doing the best we can

Well, the grim reaper

Is my brother′s keeper

Oh, the way my brother was kept

Small wonder Jesus wept

It is a legacy

Passed down to you and me

What we're taught to believe

We never question these things

It is a legacy

It′s a wild and bitter seed

Blown across these fertile fields

Where the roots run deep

We both got calloused hands

Blue collared working men

Down here in Bubba land

What's in a name

Both living rent or rent

Oh, some owe the government

Oh, we are quite different

We are the same

It is a legacy

Passed down to you and me

What we learn to believe

We never question these things

It is a legacy

It's wild and bitter seed

Scattered on these fertile fields

Where the roots run deep

Where the roots run

Where the roots run

Where the roots run deep

Sundays we congregate

We praise Jesus pass the plate

Sitting in our Sunday best

Singing hymns and moping sweat

You know we learn the golden rule

On separate Sunday schools

And our house long divided against itself

And it is a legacy

Passed down to you and me

What we choose to believe

We dare not question these things

It is a legacy

It′s a wild and bitter seed

Scattered on these fertile feilds

Where the roots run deep

Yeah, where the roots run deep

Where the roots run deep, oh

Where the roots run deep, oh

Where the roots run deep

Thank you