A Cotton Field Away [Acoustic Mix][*]

A child of three reaches out to touch And only sees pretty powder puffs Down the road a black child plays But the dreams he holds lie a cotton field away The fires burn bright, a window breaks Another one dies, a momma's heartaches Behind locked doors a white man prays And thanks the Lord he lives a cotton field away If we could see beyond the clouds We both might be on common ground We met in school by court's decree I learned real soon, you were a lot like me Across the land they say things have changed But still we stand a cotton field away Still we stand a cotton field away Across the land they say things have changed But still we stand a cotton field away