I say that'll never happen in my neighborhood
Well, damn if it can and damned if it could
It already has and it will again
Yeah, my neighborhood's got the same old sin
Dig ten inches down in this pretty green grass
And there's a layer of cinders and broken glass
Nobody asked who struck that match
When the church house burned down to nothing but ash
Dig another five inches in the cold hard clay
There's arrow heads still draw blood today
They weren't no use when their rifles blazed
Forgotten on the trail of tears where they lay
I say that'll never happen in my neighborhood
Well, damn if it can and damned if it could
It already has and it will again
Yeah, my neighborhood's got the same old sin
Well, Augusta, Georgia's just a normal town
The heat's so heavy it'll hold you down
With a knee on your neck and your face on the ground
I used to trust Augusta but I don't right now
And I don't trust the history that I learned in school
I don't trust that I'm not just somebody's tool
On the right side of luck when they made the rules
On the wrong side of right made me a fool
I say that'll never happen in my neighborhood
Well, damn if it can and damned if it could
It already has and it will again
Yeah, my neighborhood's got the same old sin
No, that'll never happen in my neighborhood
Well, damn if it can and damned if it could
It already has and it will again
Yeah, my neighborhood's got the same, the same old sin
