Color Of Freedom
Woodbox GangVersion1
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As a child I'd lay in the green grass
Green is the color of innocence
And I'd stare at the clouds content and at ease
The future was far in the distance
And the autumn days turned the leaves to brown
Green is the color of innocence
One autumn morn we left town
Green is the color of freedom
I've known begging men on city streets
Yellow is the color of fear
The jingle of the last dime in your pocket
Is a sound only your soul can hear
And the sun won't shine on the soup kitchen line
Yellow is the color of fear
But I was lucky and I found the brick road
Yellow is the color of freedom
A sunset on the water a sunrise in the desert
Red is the color of anger
Another day is gone and another one comes
To greet the weary wanderer
And I've worked my hands till they've bled
Red is the color of anger
The oppressed are told work will make you free
And red is the color of freedom
The street music is in my eyes
Blue is the color of pain
I moved from the ocean to the dry painted desert
Where the sand rarely meets the rain
I could find happiness if I looked close enough
Blue is the color of pain
But my eyes keep looking beyond the horizon
And blue is the color of freedom
The night sky is filled with clouds
Black is the color of death
This mountain of success is cold
I can clearly see my last breath
And the charcoal names are on the rocks
Black is the color of death
They've all left this peak and headed home
Black is the color of freedom
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Readable chord sheet for Color Of Freedom by Woodbox Gang
As a[C] child I[G]'d lay in[C] the g[Am]reen grass [C]Green is the[F] color [C]of[G] innocence And I'd[C] stare at t[G]he cloud[C]s content a[Am]nd at ease The [F]future w[G]as far in[C] the distance And the [Am]autumn days turned the [Em]leaves to brown [F]Green is the color of[C] i[G]nnocence [C]One autumn[G] mo[C]rn we l[Am]eft town [F]Green is the[G] color [C]of freedom [F] [G] [C] I've known begging men on city streets Yellow is the color of fear The jingle of the last dime in your pocket Is a sound only your soul can hear And the sun won't shine on the soup kitchen line Yellow is the color of fear But I was lucky and I found the brick road Yellow is the color of freedom A sunset on the water a sunrise in the desert Red is the color of anger Another day is gone and another one comes To greet the weary wanderer And I've worked my hands till they've bled Red is the color of anger The oppressed are told work will make you free And red is the color of freedom The street music is in my eyes Blue is the color of pain I moved from the ocean to the dry painted desert Where the sand rarely meets the rain I could find happiness if I looked close enough Blue is the color of pain But my eyes keep looking beyond the horizon And blue is the color of freedom The night sky is filled with clouds Black is the color of death This mountain of success is cold I can clearly see my last breath And the charcoal names are on the rocks Black is the color of death They've all left this peak and headed home Black is the color of freedom