Music composition - Miss Rosa Parks

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There she sat, on a bus in Alabama 

Exhausted from a long days work

Tired bones, rocking with the bus' rhythm 

Till it came up to the corner, slowing to a stop

And there he was, standing in his haughty posture

Looking down his Anglo nose so full of bigotry

And he waited there for her to move

She knew that no one would approve 

If she refused and stayed right where she was

But her tired bones were achin 

Though her knees began a shakin

She just stood her ground and wouldnt give it up

Miss Rosa Parks, Miss Rosa Parks

Never before, such a blatant disregard for Southern law 

Was something they had never seen

But she was proud

And she knew there was no justifying

Judging by the color of ones skin

She freaked them out

And the cops came rushing to the scene

Where little Rosa Parks sat dignified

(Repeat chorus)

The Reverend King, led the people on a boycott

They refused to ride a single bus to work

The world stood still

Here the actions of one person 

Moved a country to its feet and they did stand

And they did march, and they did pray

And they did fight, and they did say

It wasnt right,

They needed rights

Things had to change, and they did change

Because of Miss Parks

Miss Rosa Parks

Mmm

Miss Rosa Parks, Miss Rosa Parks