G Rainey Williams playground was the Mott Haven streets C G Where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths C G Names and photos of young black faces D G Whose death and blood consecrated these places G Raineys mother said Rainey stay at my side C G For you are my blessing, you are my pride C G Its your love here that keeps my soul alive D G I want you to come home from school and stay inside G Rainey'd do his work and put his books away C G There was a channel showed a Western movie everyday C G Lynette brought him home books on the black cowboys of the Oklahoma range D G The Seminole scouts that fought the tribes of the Great Plains C G Summer come and the days grew long C G Rainey always had his mother's smile to depend on C G Along the street of stray bullets he made his way C G C G To the warmth of her arms at the end of each day G Come the fall, the rain flooded these homes C G Here in Ezekiel's valley of dry bones C G It fell hard and dark to the ground D G It fell without a sound G Lynette took up with a man whose business was the boulevard C G Whose smile was fixed in a face that was never off guard C G In the pipes 'neath the kitchen sink his secrets he kept D G In the day, behind drawn curtains in Lynette's bedroom he slept C G Then she got lost in the days C G The smile Raney depended on dusted away C G The arms that held him were no more his home D G C He lay at night his head pressed to her chest listening to the ghost in her G Bones G In the kitchen Rainey slipped his hand between the pipes C From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar bills G And stuck it in his coat side C G Stood in the dark at his mother's bed D G Brushed her hair and kissed her eyes G In the twilight Rainey walked to the station on streets of stone C G Through Pennsylvania and Ohio his train drifted on C G Through the small towns of Indiana the big train crept D G As he lay his head back on the seat and slept G He awoke and the towns gave way to muddy fields of green C G Corn and cotton and endless nothin' in between C G Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped and was gone D G The moon rose and stripped the earth to its bone
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