Oh Afrika washed up chains on these shores
Sailed Indians back over to the Ole Ivory Door
The trade of these stolen people from these very stolen lands,
Was a stolen tribal trade connection, song and paddle, sand to sand
Red and Black shared the trade water ten thousand years long before
Anglo-Spanish slave ships learned the magic current flow, shore to shore
Ancestral path wind songs, followed star, sun and moon
Mapped cross these waters to the crossroads of Red, Black on Blues
Chorus (Tuscarora canoe song and Amazing Grace)
N'awleans, Mardi Gras Indian, Delta fife and drums of Yazoo
Chicago, Texas, Piedmont, field hollerin, chain gang paying dues
Dixie, Jazz, Rock-n-Roll, Rhythm and Blue suede shoes
Tears that trail the railroad under and war clubs of Baton Rouge
Cry Bee Bee, Hendrix and Jessie Ed's guitar croon
Carries the voice of the Indian War Song and Stomp Dance tune
Back to the old soul connection, paved the way by ancient canoes
The call of Afrika singing them ancient Blues
