Her

face

is

cracked

from

smiling,

all

the

fears

that

she's

been

hiding,

And

it

s-

eems

pre-

tty

soon

e-

ve-

ry-

body's

gon-

na

know.

And

her

voice

is

sore

from

shou-

ting,

chee-

ring

win-

ners

who

are

lo-

sing,

And

she

worries

if

their

days

are

few

and

soon

they'll

have

to

go.

My,

my,

I-

'm

so

ha-

ppy,

I'm

gon-

na

join

the

b-

and,

We

are

gon-

na

dance

a-

nd

sing

in

ce-

le-

bra-

tion,

We

are

in

the

promised

l-

and.

She

hears

them

talk

of

new

ways

to

pro-

t-

ect

the

home

she

lives

in,

Then

she

won-

ders

what

it's

all

about

when

they

break

down

the

door.

Her

name

is

Brown

or

White

or

Black,

you

know

her

ve-

ry

well,

You

hear

her

cries

of

mer-

cy

as

the

win-

ners

toll

the

bell.

My,

my,

I-

'm

so

ha-

ppy,

I'm

gon-

na

join

the

b-

and,

We

are

gon-

na

dance

a-

nd

sing

in

ce-

le-

bra-

tion,

We

are

in

the

promised

l-

and.

There

is

a

train

that

leaves

the

sta-

tion

hea-

ding

for

your

de-

sti-

na-

tion,

But

the

price

you

pay

to

now-

here

has

in-

creased

a

doll-

ar

more.

And

if

you

walk

you're

gonna

get

there

though

it

takes

a

little

lon-

ger,

And

when

you

see

it

in

the

dis-

tance

you

will

wring

your

hands

and

moan.