Georgia Rose

You know, sisters,
 There's been far too few songs written
 About us, and our beauty.
 And women of lesser understanding
 Might have become bitter
 Through the years of neglect.
 But our faith in our men and ourselves,
 Is being rewarded.
 Now, I'm not saying that the struggle is over,
 Far, far from it,
 But there is a new day
 And it promises to be a day of truth.
 Truth about beauty
 And the world will see
 How truly sensitve and beautiful,
 And wonderful,
 We really are.
 Georgia Rose
 Georgia
 Georgia
 Georgia Rose
 We're the most precious rose, Dixie grows.
 Now some folks don't think it's right,
 'Cause our skin is black as night.
 But we know our hearts
 Is showing up alright.
 To the good Lord up above,
 We all look the same.
 So let's not hang our heads down in shame
 Hmm
 Georgia Rose,
 Georgia
 Georgia
 Georgia Rose
 We can't be blue
 'Cause our skin is black
 We can't walk around now
 With our heads down In shame
 No, no, no!
 'Cause our skin is pretty and black as night.
 We can't be blue.
 Ah, ah
 No, no
 We can't be blue,
 'Cause our skin is black.
 Georgia Rose
 Georgia Rose