Black Bags on the Ground

Black Bags
Written by Jimmy Lee Tillman
Published by Jimmy Lee Tillman Music Co.

I’m tired of seeing all these black bags on the ground
Yes I’m tired of seeing all these black bags on the ground
You see them in every little village every small city and every big town

I’m tired of seeing the yellow tape from the front porch to the trees
I said I’m tired of seeing the yellow tape from the front porch to the trees
And I’m tired of seeing the white chalk where somebody used to be
You see those disco lights and you hear that siren sound
Yes when you see all those disco lights and you hear that siren sound
You know they are getting ready to put another black bag on the ground

It’s time to pick up the good book and put all those big guns down
Yes It’s time to pick up the bible baby Oh, and put all those big guns down
“Cause you never know it could be you in that black bag in the ground

Oh! Yeah. Listen! Yyou know it could be your mother, raised you from a boy to a man
It could be your father with his hands sticken’ out the sand
It could be your sister the one that always made you smile
Woah it could be your brother, the one you ain’t talked to in a while
Yeah It could be your neighbor or the old man in the grocery store
Or It could be anybody, now I won’t take it no more

“Cause it could be you. It could be you. It could be you.
Yes It could be the school boy who’s just tryin’ to cross the street
Or it could be the good musician who ain’t never missed a beat

Could be on the corner of Halsted and Monroe, or it could be on the Mag mile
Or down by Motor Row. It could be on the front porch…