
The Kelly Song Collective
The Ballad Of Omar Dixon
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You don’t know my given name
but you might know my last
She said ‘There’s some legacy there’
In my family past
South Bishop Street
Is the place that I come from
Uniquely American art form
The post-war-negro slum
What you celebrate
Call culture or the Blues
Was not in my vocabulary
I was born to lose
16 years is not a child
And not a ‘Back Door Man’
But old enough to take a life
‘I Can’t Understand’
I didn’t squeeze the trigger
I didn’t hold the gun
There’s no ‘Evil’ in my heart
I am ‘The Seventh Son’
Could I ‘…contribute like my grandfather’?
I don’t dance and sing
If you lived where I lived
You’d be on this wing
Here comes Jesse Jackson
And Oprah Winfrey too
My story is not black and white
Only shades of blue
They convicted me of murder
And I didn’t do the crime
I don’t sing at church
Just wrong place, wrong time
2 hours to reach a verdict
‘Cause I had killed the Christ
Judas from the south side
Made you all feel nice
Don’t shed nothing for me
Don’t ‘Sit And Cry The Blues’
I know ‘When The Lights Go Out’
I had the chance to choose
I got out now I’m back in
Until I’m 85
It’s a ‘Crazy Mixed Up World’
But I’ll make it out alive
They killed 500 last year
‘I’m Ready’ for it to stop
‘I Ain’t Superstitious’
The other shoe has got to drop
My name is Omar Dixon
Convicted of a crime
They say I killed an athlete
A young star in his prime
My grandfather is a legend
The king of Chicago blues
I’m proud to have his name
Now I understand those shoes
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© Michael Worthington Music 2014

Willie Dixon's grandson was not a musician apparently.