Red, Black On Blues

Oh Afrika washed up chains on these shores Sailed Indians back over to the Ole Ivory Door The trade of these stolen people from these very stolen lands, Was a stolen tribal trade connection, song and paddle, sand to sand Red and Black shared the trade water ten thousand years long before Anglo-Spanish slave ships learned the magic current flow, shore to shore Ancestral path wind songs, followed star, sun and moon Mapped cross these waters to the crossroads of Red, Black on Blues Chorus (Tuscarora canoe song and Amazing Grace) N'awleans, Mardi Gras Indian, Delta fife and drums of Yazoo Chicago, Texas, Piedmont, field hollerin, chain gang paying dues Dixie, Jazz, Rock-n-Roll, Rhythm and Blue suede shoes Tears that trail the railroad under and war clubs of Baton Rouge Cry Bee Bee, Hendrix and Jessie Ed's guitar croon Carries the voice of the Indian War Song and Stomp Dance tune Back to the old soul connection, paved the way by ancient canoes The call of Afrika singing them ancient Blues