(instrumental intro)
Once upon a time in Mississippi,
Where I made my mark in politics,
The white man ruled the roost the way he oughta,
Hanging blacks just seemed to do the trick...
Those were our ways, my friends.
We thought they'd never end.
It was our right to make blacks pay and pay,
We'd live the life we choose.
We'd fight and never lose
For we were white and sure to have our way.
Then new civil rights hit Mississippi,
We had to let the black folks have a life.
If we had elected Strom the racist,
We would have avoided all this strife.
Those were the days, my friends
We thought they'd never end,
It was our right to make blacks pay and pay,
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were white and sure to have our way.
Now each time I look into a mirror,
There's a stranger looking back at me,
How could I have made that stupid statement,
I guess it must have seemed OK you see,
Those were our ways, my friends
We thought they'd never end,
It was our right to make blacks pay and pay,
We'd live the life we choose
We'd fight and never lose
For we were white and sure to have our way.
Oh my friends I hear the bitter laughter,
Cause I've made the ultimate faux pas,
I'm catching hell from even my own party,
Still these words are sticking in my craw
Those were our ways, my friends.
We thought they'd never end,
It was our right to make blacks pay and pay,
We'd live the life we choose.
We'd fight and never lose.
For we were white and sure to have our way.
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