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  1. Brown

From the recording Devil's Dollars

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Brown
by Liz Miller

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Slow Tempo, Somber Apologetic Ballad -
This is a song to the immigrants who have been wrongfully targeted and abused by the Right as rapists and killers to manufacture fear and feed racism. These are hardworking people trying to survive. Not criminals.

Featuring: Liz Miller - Lead and background vocals
Margaret McClure - Background vocals
Andrew Machin - Background vocals, acoustic & electric guitars, bass, and drums
Boaz Kim - Harmonica

Lyrics

You pick their fruits and vegetables In 110 degrees
Bent over making quota; sometimes 6 days a week
Now that food lies rotting on the ground
They went and disappeared Coz you’re brown

You sweep floors and do their dishes in their favorite restaurants
They think you take their jobs away but those are jobs nobody wants
They needed lies and drank that Kool-Aid down
That’s how they disappeared you coz your brown

Coz you’re brown they call you criminal but here’s your only crime
You ran and took a chance that you could make a better life
For your family and they made you the enemy
Make that make sense to me
Coz it doesn’t make sense to me

There’s a statue in a harbor called Lady Liberty
She used to welcome strangers to the land of the free
But now that famous plaque should read: “keep out”
They’re gonna disappear you coz your brown

Coz you’re brown they call you criminal but here’s your only crime
You ran and took a chance that you could make a better life
For your family and they made you the enemy
Make that make sense to me
Coz it doesn’t make sense to me

Instrumental Break

You speak your broken English; they won’t try and understand
They say ‘go back where you came from’ and forget they stole this land
Someday they’re gonna wish you were around
When the country they set fire to burns down
And when they face their maker at the gates above the clouds
I hope he disappears them coz he’s brown
I hope he disappears them coz he’s brown

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