| I’m not afraid of the black man running
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| He’s got it right, he’s got a better life coming
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| I don’t care what the captain said
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| I fold it right at the top of my head
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| I lost my sight and the state packs in
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| I follow my heart and it leads me right to Jacksonville
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| Oh, Keller, oh, oh, oh
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| She gave us a medal, she gave us a map
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| Oh, Canner Row, oh, oh, oh
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| If seeing is right, then look where you’re at
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| I’m not afraid of Nichols Park
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| I ride the train and I ride it after dark
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| I’m not afraid to get it right
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| I turn around and I give it one more try
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| And I said things that I meant to say
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| The bandstand chairs and the Dewey Day parade
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| I go out to the golden age
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| The spirit is right and the spirit doesn’t change
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| Oh, Keller, oh, oh, oh
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| She gave us a mirror, she gave us a map
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| Oh, Canner Row, oh, oh, oh
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| If seeing is right, then look where you’re at
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| Andrew Jackson, all I’m asking
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| Show us the wheel and give us the wine
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| Raise the banner, Jackson hammer
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| Everyone goes to the capitol line
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| Colored preacher, nice to meet you!
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| The spirit is here and the spirit is fine!
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| Education, ask the nation
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| You gave us our sight and the hearing is fine
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| Andrew Jackson all I’m asking
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| Give us the wheel and give us the wine |