
Marching on Selma
Written by Joe Deegan
Produced by Joshua Moore
Joe Deegan - acoustic guitar, vocals
Grace VanLoh - vocals
Matt Kidd - electric guitar
I’ll be marching down on Selma
With my brothers at my side
Though my skin’s a different color,
I’m bleeding black tonight
Let that justice roll like rivers
Let that mighty trumpet sound
Let that judgment fall on Jericho
Let the walls come crumbling down
Oh, I’m a white man from the south
But, Lord, I will not take the blame
For all the hatred that you’ve found
Oh, I’m a good man, can’t you tell?
I condemn those racist bigots
Who deserve to go to hell
But if the problem lies
With everyone else
The problem will never go away
When I see my reflection
In that crimson pool of blood
I know that I deserve the blame
There’s a monster in my heart
That I keep locked up deep inside
You would never know by looking
All the darkness that I hide
I’ve been working my whole life
To prove that I’m a decent man
Then those stars and stripes start crossing
On that blood-red rebel flag
Oh, ain’t that a picture of my heart
I’ve been running from the truth
I’ve been a rebel from the start
Oh, if I want justice for the dead
Then that hammer-stroke of justice
Must fall upon my head
(Chorus)
In the darkness of these waters
When we’re wrestling with the tide
There’s a distant light that flickers
That the darkness cannot hide
He is coming, little children
Oh, lift your eyes and see
His justice rolls like thunder
And his mercy sets us free
Oh, he is the Judge of all the earth
He will suffer with his children
He will weep with those who hurt
Oh, there is a balm in Gilead
Let us suffer side by side
For there is healing in his hands