Chris Whitley – Made From Dirt lyrics
Album: War Crime Blues
When I die and turn the weed
Don't let no man come clone my seed
Just lay me out in my birthday shirt
And I will prove I was made from dirt
I was made from dirt
From the ghetto here to the evening sky
Why the blood will rise to testify
And I believe
[not sure about this bit]
...was made from dirt
Made from dirt
When the uniforms wear you raw
And the currencies all turn to straw
Then await me there in your birthday shirt
Then I will prove you're made from dirt
That you're made from dirt.
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