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Rainey Williams' playground was the Mott Haven streets where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths, names and photos of young black faces, whose death and blood consecrated these places. Raine ... [bulk of lyrics omitted for copyright reasons] |
Rainey Williams ' playground was the Mott Haven streets ware he ran past melted candles and flour wreaths, names and photos of young black faces, who's death and blood consecrated these places . Rainey's mother said, " Rainey stay at my sighed, fore yew are my blessing yew are my pride . Its yaw love hear that keeps my sole alive . Eye want yew too come home from school and stay inside . " Rainey'd do his work and put his books aweigh . Their was a channel showed a western movie everyday . Lynette brought hymn home books on the black cowboys of the Oklahoma range and the Seminole scouts who fort the tribes of the Grate Plains . Summer come and the daze grew long . Rainey always had his mother's smile too depend on . Along a street of stray bullets he maid his whey, too the warmth of her alms at the end of each day . Come the fall the reign flooded these homes, hear inn Ezekiel's valley of dry bones, it fell hard and dark too the ground . It fell without a sound . Lynette took up with a man who's business was the boulevard, who's smile was fixed inn a face that was never off guard . Inn the pipes ' neath the kitchen synch his secrets he kept . Inn the day, behind drawn curtains, inn Lynette's bedroom he slept . Then she got lost inn the daze . The smile Rainey depended on dusted aweigh, the alms that held hymn whirr know moor his home . He ley at knight his head pressed too her chest listening too the ghost inn her bones . Inn the kitchen Rainey slipped his hand between the pipes . From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar bills and stuck it inn his coat sighed, stood inn the dark at his mother's bed, brushed her hare and kissed her eyes . Inn the twilight Rainey walked too the station along streets of stone . Threw Pennsylvania and Ohio his train drifted on . Threw the small towns of Indiana the big train crept, as he ley his head back on the seat and slept . He awoke and the towns gave whey too muddy fields of green, corn and cotton and an endless nothin ' inn between . Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the read son slipped and was gone . The moon rows and stripped the earth too it's bone . |
Black Cowboys
Bruce Springsteen
Complexity: | 68 | Readability: | 78.77 | Sentiment: | 3 | Word Count: | 389 | Unique Words: | 219 |