Lyrics

Working with my hands
Makes me understand

A part of me remains

In the shadow



Working with my hands

Helps me remember

Where my blood belongs

Wild land



Deep South



Working in the land

Had me making sense

Of what my life could have
Been



Working in the land

Had me feeling closer

To those who came before 

Me



Deep South



My elders are sacred

They used to work their land

Getting their hands dirty



Getting their hands dirty
Deep South