Mudbound

My world was small I used to dream in brown Mud, encrusting knees and hair Patches across the floor What good is a deed? Broke tilled and thawed Planted, plucked, raised, burned And then broke again I can hold you When the sun goes down And the rain starts to fall again You were running free in that field Nobody knew your name Now we feel sorry And we let you die We feel sorry And we let you die Worked this land all their lives This land that will never be theirs We don't belong to them What good is a deed? They worked until they sweat They sweat until they bled They bled until they die Dig that hole in there I can hold you When the sun goes down And the rain starts to fall again You were running free in that field Nobody knew your name Now we feel sorry And we let you die We feel sorry And we let you die No I don't I don't use Any fuckin' back door No more silence, no oppression No fear not no more The rain came the next day A big hard rain Nothin' we could do, somebody run The devil was from the sky I will hold you When the sun goes down And the rain starts to fall again You were running free in that field Nobody knew your name Now we feel sorry And we let you die We feel sorry And we let you die