G Rainey Williams playground was the Mott Haven streetsC G Where he ran past melted candles and flower wreathsC G Names and photos of young black facesD G Whose death and blood consecrated these placesG Raineys mother said Rainey stay at my sideC G For you are my blessing, you are my prideC G Its your love here that keeps my soul aliveD G I want you to come home from school and stay insideG Rainey'd do his work and put his books awayC G There was a channel showed a Western movie everydayC G Lynette brought him home books on the black cowboys of the Oklahoma rangeD G The Seminole scouts that fought the tribes of the Great PlainsC G Summer come and the days grew longC G Rainey always had his mother's smile to depend onC G Along the street of stray bullets he made his wayC G C G To the warmth of her arms at the end of each dayG Come the fall, the rain flooded these homesC G Here in Ezekiel's valley of dry bonesC G It fell hard and dark to the groundD G It fell without a soundG Lynette took up with a man whose business was the boulevardC G Whose smile was fixed in a face that was never off guardC G In the pipes 'neath the kitchen sink his secrets he keptD G In the day, behind drawn curtains in Lynette's bedroom he sleptC G Then she got lost in the daysC G The smile Raney depended on dusted awayC G The arms that held him were no more his homeD G C He lay at night his head pressed to her chest listening to the ghost in herG BonesG In the kitchen Rainey slipped his hand between the pipesC From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar billsG And stuck it in his coat sideC G Stood in the dark at his mother's bedD G Brushed her hair and kissed her eyesG In the twilight Rainey walked to the station on streets of stoneC G Through Pennsylvania and Ohio his train drifted onC G Through the small towns of Indiana the big train creptD G As he lay his head back on the seat and sleptG He awoke and the towns gave way to muddy fields of greenC G Corn and cotton and endless nothin' in betweenC G Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped and was goneD G The moon rose and stripped the earth to its bone
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