Lyrics of I believe the south is gonna rise again

Mama never had a flower garden
Cause cotton grew right up to our front door
Daddy never went on a vacation
He died a tired old man at forty-four
Our neighbors in the big house
Called us "red neck"
Cause we lived in a poor sharecropper shack
The jacksons down the road were poor like we were
But our skin was white
And theirs was black
But i believe the south is gonna rise again

But not the way we thought it would back then
I mean everybody hand in hand
I believe the south is gonna rise again
I see wooded parks and big skyscrapers
Where once stood red clay hills and cotton fields
I see sons and daughters of sharecroppers
Drinking scotch and making business deals
But more important i see human progress
As we forget the bad and keep the good
A brand new breeze is blowing cross the south-land
And i see a brand new kind of brotherhood