Mom's Gold

Lyrics for Mom's Gold

I get up to the front of the line, they push me back in the rear And from the evil, mean, look that they had on they face I said, 'Damn, what am I doin' here?' I said, 'Please, Martin Luther King, I don't wanna vote, whoa,' I said, "Please, Reverend King, please don't make me vote, whoa' I had a dream last night, I asked for my equal rights Somebody said, 'Mom, you're next' And there I stood with a rope around my neck