They're growing pines now in cotton soil Still making boxes for the sons of toil Still bend your back to pick you food stamps up Black coffee still comes in a tall white cup They took the signs down but it's loud and it's clear You want to eat? Well now, it can't be here Tell me how long the train's been gone Tell me again about the dream Tell me the story of glory hallelujah And how we're swimming against the stream More talk of marching on Washington It never really seems to get things done Along the way we maybe make good friends But they can't tell us where the rainbow ends It's getting more now than just out of reach And don't go looking down at Howard Beach Montgomery and Selma go ask Congress 25 years, change hasn't meant progress In Chicago you live on the south or the west side But just like the townships try moving in outside