No one picked in the fields on Election Day.
The trucks drove us to a picnic on the Bluff.
The children sang songs like it was Sunday.
We ate salads, melons, and iced cakes.
The trucks drove us to a picnic on the Bluff.
We filled our plates from the barbecue drum.
We ate salads, melons, and iced cakes.
Cold drinks in a tub the size we bathed in.
We filled our plates from the barbecue drum.
Balloons bobbed in the air around us.
Cold drinks in a tub the size we bathed in.
The adults leaned on trees, kept to the shade.
Balloons bobbed in the air around us.
The children jumped rope, drew in the dust.
The adults leaned on trees, kept to the shade
When the midday beers were done.
The children jumped rope, drew in the dust,
The men, one by one, signed their ballots.
When the midday beers were done,
Who knows where the votes went.
The men, one by one, signed their ballots.
The man you sharecropped for chose your say.
No one picked in the fields on Election Day.
The children sang songs like it was Sunday.