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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Vocals
Richard Russell
Richard Russell
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gil Scott-Heron
Gil Scott-Heron
Producer
Ichiho Nishiki
Ichiho Nishiki
Engineer
Lawson White
Lawson White
Engineer
Mike Marsh
Mike Marsh
Engineer
Richard Russell
Richard Russell
Producer
Royce Jeffres
Royce Jeffres
Engineer

Lyrics

And from the indians who welcomed the pilgrims And to the buffalo who once ruled the plains Like the vultures, circling beneath the dark clouds Looking for the rain Yeah we've been looking for the rain Just like the cities staggered on the coastline livin' And a nation that just can't take much more Like the forest buried beneath the highway Never had a chance to grow Really never had a chance to grow And now it's winter See you next winter in America The time when all of the healer done been killed Or been betrayed Say people know somethin' wrong See you next winter in America Today there ain't nobody fighting because Well nobody knows what to save Got to save your soul from winter in America The Constitution Noble piece of paper With free society Struggled but it died in vain And now democracy is ragtime on the corner Hoping it'll rain Yes I've been hoping for some rain baby Just don't look like rain I've seen Robins perched in barren treetops Watching last-ditch racists marching across the floor And like the peace sign that vanished in our dreams Really never had a chance to grow Somebody won't know until they miss the winter Cold, it's like winter in America Time when all of the humans Put 'em in jail Say people know there's somethin' wrong It feels like winter See you next winter in America The truth is there ain't nobody fighting because Well nobody knows what to save The truth is there ain't nobody fighting, nobody fighting Nobody knows and nobody knows what to do, what to do The truth is there ain't nobody fighting because Nobody knows what to save from winter I love them chords, they just, they just As if there was gonna be a tempest
Writer(s): James Johnston Stewart, Doug Ashdown Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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