The Ballad of Otis B. Watson

Sid Selvidge - R&B, Protest Song
The Ballad of Otis B. Watson
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Duration: 3:25
Lyrics
He was born near Little Rock High on a dark and dusty mountaintop in 1943 How lucky can you be? Momma died when he was only five Daddy got killed tryin' to keep him alive And he was left alone He was almost gone And now he's gone How many others are left to carry on? Raised by some neighbors from next door Thirteen kids a-sleepin' on the floor In a two room shack With the wind to his back Working in the fields in the heat of the day Dreaming of a place so far away Where he could be free And now he's free And now he's gone How many others are left to carry on? Otis B. Watson went off to war Didn't understand what he was fighting for But he died like a man It's hard to understand Now high on a hill near Little Rock A tombstone stands where a young boy grew up into a man A full-grown man And now he's gone How many others are left to carry on? He was born near Little Rock High on a dark and dusty mountaintop in 1943 How lucky can you be?
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Credits
- Writers
- Don Nix