Текст песни Rosewood - Eric Bibb

They say the whole thing started with Fanny Taylor′s lie
That spark lit the flame, fear an' hatred fed the fire
Truly, it started centuries ago
Ships with human cargo chained down below
I was in the third grade, I could read an′ write
I remember every thing, the moon was full an' bright
So bright, you could see shadows at midnight
The night they burned Rosewood to the ground
Rosewood, Rosewood
Buried in the ashes of history
Rosewood, Rosewood
Where my family home used to be
Had to put on heavy clothes, fast as we could
There was shootin' everywhere
Had to get out in the woods
First person killed was my uncle
Sam Carter was his name
What happened in Rosewood that night
Nothin′ but a crime an′ a shame
Newspapers told how many
Whites an' blacks were counted dead
But the tears had no color
The tears their families shed
Anyway, the numbers in the papers
Were nowhere near the truth
Coulda been ten, coulda been a hundred
We had no proof
Rosewood, Rosewood
Buried in the ashes of history
Rosewood, Rosewood
Where my family home used to be
The first day of the New Year, 1923
Burned like a brand on a child′s memory
Hidin' in the swamps, prayin′ we'd get away
Never talked about it – ′til today
Rosewood, Rosewood
Buried in the ashes of history
Rosewood, Rosewood
Where my family home used to be
Burned like a brand on a child's memory
Where my family home used to be