Underground Railroad from Emily Musolino by Emily Musolino

UNDERGROUND RAILROAD

Classic love story, isn't it?
Well, not if we let society decide
Baby I'm not sorry that we met
I'm only sorry that we have to hide

So how can we prove that's it's not a choice?
Well just look at the consequence at hand
Deprived of identity, stripped of our voices
Their moral lines drawn in our sand
So history repeats itself again

Girl we're riders on the underground railroad
Look both ways, okay, kiss
If the others think that we're standing too close
Don't expect a slap on the wrist
They're gonna put us on the blacklist

I just wanted to sing for you
so why do I have to pronoun change?
but dammit when did it get so political?
can't we just be lovers without the parade?

'Cause I don't have patience for markered-up cardboard
and I don't want a flag to wave
I just want to hold hands without fear or defiance
Don't force me to choose between closet or crusade

I don't wanna ride on the underground railroad
look both ways, okay, kiss
if the others think that we're standing too close
don't expect just a slap on the wrist
They're gonna put us on the blacklist

Unjust social pressures, pissed off family members
Discriminating employers, crooked lobbyists and lawyers
Conservative christian talk shows exodus international
Our love is right as rain it's their hatred that's unnatural
and girl I can't take it no more

I'm not gonna ride on the underground railroad
Look both ways, okay, kiss
If the others think that we're standing too close
I don't give a damn if they're pissed
They better mind their own damn business

• Acoustic
• Berklee
• Blues
• Emily
• Funk
• Jazz
• Music
• Musolino
• Railroad
• Rock
• Soul
• Underground
• Durham