Tim Fite - Toasted Rye lyrics
on a bright and sunny morning we'll be marching side by side through the gates of white man's heaven we'll take the bread from his private pantry on a bright and sunny morning we'll have freedom on toasted rye
on a bright and sunny morning we'll be marching side by side through the gates of white man's heaven we'll take the bread from his private pantry on a bright and sunny morning we'll have freedom on toasted rye