Phil Ochs - Heres to the state of mississippi

^DHere's to the stat^Bme of Mississippi, ^{A D}for underneath her borders, the devil draws n^Co lines. ^DIf you drag her muddy rivers, nameless bodies you ^Cwill find. ^Dwhoa, the fat trees of the forest have hi^Cd a thousand crimes, ^Dthe calender is^Bm lyin' when it re^Emads the present time. ^{A D}Whoa, here's to t^Bmhe land you've t^Gorn out the heart o^Df, ^BmMississippi, find ^Ayourself another cou^Dntry to be part of!

^DAnd here's to the p^Bmeople of Mississippi, ^{A D}who say the folks up north, they just don^C't understand. ^DAnd they tremble in their shadows at the thunder ^Cof the Klan, ^Dthe sweating of their souls can't wash the blood from of^Cf their hands, ^Dthey smile and shrug their shou^Bmlders at the murder of^Em a man. ^{A D}Whoa, here's to t^Bmhe land you've t^Gorn out the heart o^Df, ^BmMississippi, find ^Ayourself another cou^Dntry to be part of!

^DAnd here's to the schoo^Bmls of Mississippi, ^{A D}where they're teaching all the children that ^Cthey don't have to care, ^Dall the rudiments of hatred are presen^Ct everywhere, ^Dand every single classroom is a factory o^Cf despair, ^Dand there's^Bm nobody learning such^Em a foreign word as “f^Aair”.

^DWhoa, here's to t^Bmhe land you've t^Gorn out the heart o^Df, ^BmMississippi, find ^Ayourself another cou^Dntry to be part of!

^DAnd here's to the ^Bmcops of Mississippi,^{A D}they're chewing their tobacco as they lock th^Ce prison door, ^Dtheir bellies bounce inside them when they knock you to the f^Cloor, ^Dno, they don't like taking prisoners in their private^C little war, ^Dand behind their broken ba^Bmdges there are murderers ^Emand more. ^{A D}Whoa, here's to t^Bmhe land you've t^Gorn out the heart o^Df, ^BmMississippi, find ^Ayourself another cou^Dntry to be part of!

^DAnd, here's to th^Bme judges of Mississippi,^{A D}who wear the robe of honor as they crawl into th^Ce court, ^Dthey're guarding all the bastions of their phony le^Cgal fort, ^Doh, justice is a stranger when the prisoners rep^Cort, ^Dwhen the black man stands acc^Bmused the tria^Eml is always short. ^{A D}Whoa, here's to t^Bmhe land you've t^Gorn out the heart o^Df, ^BmMississippi, find ^Ayourself another cou^Dntry to be part of!

^DAnd here's to the ^Bmgovernment of Mississippi, ^{A D}in the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always bog^Cging down,

^Dand criminals are posing as the mayors of ^Cthe towns, ^Dand they hope that no one sees the sights, ^Cand no one hears the sounds, ^Dand the speeches of^Bm the governor are the ra^Emvings of a clown. ^{A D}Whoa, here's to t^Bmhe land you've t^Gorn out the heart o^Df, ^BmMississippi, find ^Ayourself another cou^Dntry to be part of!

^DAnd here's to the^Bm laws of Mississipp^Ai, ^DCongressmen will gather in a circus of delay^C, ^Dwhile the Constitution’s drowning in an oc^Cean of decay, ^Dunwed mothers should be sterilized, I've even hear^Cd them say, ^Dyes, corruption can be^Bm classic in the M^Emississippi way. ^{A D}Whoa, here's to t^Bmhe land you've t^Gorn out the heart o^Df, ^BmMississippi, find ^Ayourself another cou^Dntry to be part of!

^DAnd here's to the c^Bmhurches of Mississippi, ^{A D}where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked w^Cith rust, ^Dand the Sunday morning sermons pander to^C their lust, ^Dthe fallen face of Jesus is choking i^Cn the dust, ^Dand heaven only kno^Bmws in which^Em God they can trust. ^{A D}Whoa, here's to t^Bmhe land you've t^Gorn out the heart o^Df, ^BmMississippi, find ^Ayourself another cou^Dntry to be part of!