Song for a Dark Girl

Way down south in Dixie
—(Break the heart of me)
They hung my dark young lover
—To a cross roads tree.

Way Down South in Dixie
—(Bruised body high in air)
I asked the white Lord Jesus
—What was the use of prayer.

Way Down South in Dixie
—(Break the heart of me)
Love is a naked shadow
—On a gnarled and naked tree.
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