Amos was Santa Claus on Christmas
Eve
A little girl was tugging
at his sleeve
Saying, "Can I have a doll
my own color please?"
He Said, "Honey, you can make
believe..."
Just then came a call on the
telephone
It was the mayor, he asked
if my daddy was home
This was for his ears alone
Mom and me listened on the
second phone
Mayor said, "The freedom Riders
are on their way
And they'll be here by Christmas
day
Our laws they vow to disobey
'Cause our school is as white
as the milky way
Well, now we're really in a
fix
We can't let 'em show us up
like country hicks
But once the races mix
It's good-bye Jim Crow politics
First it's fourty acres and
a mule
Then they want to swim in
our swimming pool
Pretty soon they'll be wanting
to go to school
Where we were taught the golden
rule
Imagine them telling us how
to live
Imagine them telling us how
to live
Chorus:
We're number one in America
Number one in America
Beat the drum for Uncle Sam
Overcome in Birmingham
Dynamite in a Baptist church
Four teen aged girls lost
in the lurch
Fire hoses and the billy clubs
Police dogs and the racist
thugs
Nightriders and the lynching
mobs
Lawmen say they're only doing
their jobs
To slay number one in America.
Ax-handles vs. the right to
vote
All white jury, that's all
she wrote
Back of the bus, don't rock
the boat
Separate but equal by the
throat
That was twenty-odd years ago
Where's the change in the
status quo?
The freedom land is lying
low
it's shackled down on rotten
row
The black skinned man still
gets the snub
When he applies to the country
club
But he still gets hired to
trim the shrubs
Gel down on the floor and
scub
There's a businessman out on
his yacht
He's a rain or sunshine patriot
He says it's all a commie
plot
To be Number One in America...
[Chorus]
The Ku Klux Klan is still around
With a permit to march in
my home town
But only on Virginia's ground
The Tennesse side turned them
down
The sheriff stood there with
his deputies
Ostensibly to keep the peace
But he made us this guarantee
"By God, They'll not march
into Tennessee'"
The network cameras were triple
tiered
We laughed and cried, we hooted
and jeered
But mostly we stood there
unfeared
'Til the Ku Klux Klan dissappeared
In some far off distant dawn
When black is president and
not a pawn
Will they burn crosses on
the white house law
And talk of all the days bygone
Imagine them telling us how
lo live
Imagine them telling us how
to live
We're number one in America...
[Chorus]
Last Christmas Eve at the K-Mart
store
A white family there, they
was dirt poor
Father said, "Kids, pick one
toy - no more
Even though we can ill afford..."
I watched his son choose a
basketball
The oldest girl a creole shawl
The littlest girl chose a
black skinned doll
And she held it to her chest
in awe
I watched to see how they'd
react
Since they were white and
the doll was black
But the mom and dad were matter-of-fact
They checked to see if the
doll was cracked
So may you make a rebel stand
Where black and white go hand
in hand
Until they reach the freedom
land
Where the lion lies down with
the lamb
Chorus
O Number one in America
Number one in America
Beat the drum for Uncle Sam
Overcome in Birmingham
Dynamite in a Baptist church
Four teenaged girls lost in
the lurch
Firehoses and the billy clubs
Police dogs and the racist
thugs
Turn back the clock to Little
Rock
Bought and sold on the auction
block
Nightriders and the lynching
mobs
Lawmen say they're only doing
their job
To stay number one in America
We shall overcome someday
© 1987 David Massengill
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