Born and raised that giant was a fighter
Mississippi
On that canvas
Dirty streets
The people stood up to wave those white flags
The devil had died through the valley
In the city
Down south
The people stood up and a cheer went through the air
That devil had died

Sharpened tongues fair painted divers
Forearms rest in streams of silver
Golden people pass in silence
But it won't slip away

That giant was a mountain of a man
Walking trembles through the earth
Like a riot in the streets tearin' Florence to the ground
The people stood up to wave those white flags
The devil had died

Born and raised in 65
In the streets
Televised
The people stood up and a cheer went through the air
That devil had died

That giant was a fighter
Mississippi
On that canvas
Dirty streets
The people stood up to wave those white flags
The devil had died
In those gloves
In them women
In the mind
The people stood up and a cheer went through the air
That devil had died