A5                                   E5
  Too much hypocrisy in this old southern town for me
A5                              E5
  Way back in 1619 began this tragic story
A5                       E5
  Thrown into slavery the crime was the colour of skin
A5                                      E5       C5
  Never to see the light of the past again

[Chorus:]
            G5                                 C5                     G5          C5
I wanna go where the mountains are high enough to echo my song
            G5                                 C5                     G5          C5
I wanna go where the rivers run deep enough to drown my shame
          A5                      E5                             A5           E5
I wanna go where the stars shine bright enough to show me the way
        A5 E5 C5                                   G5 C5 G5 C5
I wanna    go     where the wind calls my name
                           G5     C5     G5
The wind is calling India India India

It's a typical Savannah day
So I take my guitar to the park and I play
Sitting up under the live oak tree
The strangest feeling came over me
Is this the tree where my brother was hung?
Is this the ground where is body was burnt?
God gave to me the gift of song so I dedicate this one

[chorus]

Superiority, who have you better than me
Wasting precious time on racist mentality
This is only the beginning
because we'll be pushing up daisies in the ending
Spirit knows no colour either you're a hater or a lover

[chorus]