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Midnight Molasses
-David Rynhart

Midnight Molasses dripping down on me.

I've no right to feel this way, I should appreciate every new day,
I should celebrate every new day.
We're gonna make it, we're gonna be all-right,
it's a hard time.

Sing me an old song people sang all day long
in the chain gangs, on the rail roads,
in the cotton fields, in the mines,
in the hard times.

Sing me some old time, Mississippi delta blues,
I'm confused.

Midnight Molasses covering up the stars, and the moon, and the sun,and the planets,
and the beautiful galaxies.