Don't you follow the road
From Baker's Mill anymore, child.
There's trouble brewing,
And some anger boiling something sore, child.
Folks already wound up hurt,
Fetchin' in the dirt,
And I don't rightly know what for, child.
Stay as close to home as you can see, child.
I want my eyes on you
And I want your eyes on me, child.
'A storms 'brewing', the ravin said
'use that brain you have inside your head, '
And stay as close as kin to heart and home, child.
They burn't up Uncle Vernon's shack today, child.
They came and took your Uncle Vern away, child.
They hurt him bad, they beat him so
They never gave no reason, though,
And he's in trouble, so be sure and pray
For him, child.
Your daddy says that we may have to go, child.
You're all of ten and have the right to know, child.
There's people who don't like it when we pray, child,
They want us thinking, talking, doing things their way, child.
And if they do just what they say,
They will take us all away,
If we all disobey, child.
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