Georgia Rose

You know, sisters,
There's been far too few songs written
About us, and our beauty.
And women of lesser understanding
Might have become bitter
Through the years of neglect.
But our faith in our men and ourselves,
Is being rewarded.

Now, I'm not saying that the struggle is over,
Far, far from it,
But there is a new day
And it promises to be a day of truth.
Truth about beauty
And the world will see
How truly sensitve and beautiful,
And wonderful,
We really are.

Georgia Rose
Georgia
Georgia
Georgia Rose
We're the most precious rose, Dixie grows.
Now some folks don't think it's right,
'Cause our skin is black as night.
But we know our hearts
Is showing up alright.
To the good Lord up above,
We all look the same.
So let's not hang our heads down in shame
Hmm

Georgia Rose,
Georgia
Georgia
Georgia Rose
We can't be blue
'Cause our skin is black
We can't walk around now
With our heads down In shame
No, no, no!
'Cause our skin is pretty and black as night.
We can't be blue.
Ah, ah
No, no
We can't be blue,
'Cause our skin is black.
Georgia Rose
Georgia Rose