The Track Is an Open Door In the Mississippi Delta spent time pickin’ groves. Up in Chicago I learned how to shake a dime. In Kansas city I was chuckin’ beef. Down in the Bowery I got good at drinkin’ wine. Momma say we be born a shackled people. There ain't no ladder for us working poor. One thing you won’t need no key. The tracks are an open doo…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Certain Words to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.