Letra de Daybreak in Alabama
When I get to be a composer I'm gonna write, write me some music about Daybreak in Alabama And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist And falling out of heaven like soft dewI'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it And the scent of pine needles And the smell of red clay after rain And long red necks And poppy colored faces And big brown arms And the field of daisy eyes Of black and white, black, white, black peopleAnd I'm gonna put white hands and black hands And brown and yellow hands And red clay earth hands in it Touching everybody with kind fingers And touching each other natural as dewIn that dawn of musicWhen I get to be a composer And write about Daybreak in Alabama