We were white and they were black
And our lives they were divided by the railroad tracks
But we'd meet up every morning at that riverbend
It's were I learned about Jesus from my only black friend
Sometimes we'd sit and stare up at the sky
I could see the hope of Heaven in his eyes

In the land where the cotton grows
In a time when change came slow
Just beyond the point of no return
A white boy and a black old man
On the tacks walking hand in hand
It's where I come to understand and learn
Where the cross don't burn

He'd tell me money doesn't matter nor the color of your skin
You can stumble even fall and still get up again
'Cause it ain't about the deed's good or bad that we have done
All we have to do is love to be disciples of the Son
And we'd join hands and bow our heads to pray
And he told me that he loved me everyday

In the land where the cotton grows
In a time when change came slow
Just beyond the point of no return
White boy and a black old man
On the tacks walking hand in hand
It's where I come to understand and learn
Where the cross don't burn

Yeah, we're all gathered here this morning, this riverbend
To say our last goodbyes to my very best friend
As his ashes slowly float away we know
It's only 'til we meet again someday

In the land where the cotton grows
In a time when change came slow
Just beyond the point of no return
A young boy and a kind old man
On the tacks walking hand in hand
It's where I come to understand and learn
Where the cross don't burn

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Writer(s): Johan Hands Wetterberg, Phil Thomas, Troy Jones