Twenty Miles From Marietta

- Herndon Lackey (1999)

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You are listening to the song Twenty Miles From Marietta by Herndon Lackey, writer by Jason Robert Brown in album Parade: The Original Broadway Cast Recording. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.

Album: Parade: The Original Broadway Cast Recording.

Leo At Work; What Am I Waiting For? - Brent Carver
Finale Act 1: People Of Atlanta - Ensemble
Finale - Brent Carver
Real Big News - Don Stephenson
A Rumblin' And A Rollin' - JC Montgomery
Prologue: The Old Red Hills of Home - Don Chastain
Anthem: The Dream Of Atlanta - Original Broadway Cast
Sh'ma - Brent Carver
How Can I Call This Home - Brent Carver
The Picture Show - Christy Carlson Romano
Interrogation: "I Am Trying To Remember..." - Brent Carver
Big News! - Evan Pappas
Funeral: "There Is A Fountain"; It Don't Make Sense - Brooke Sunny Moriber
You Don't Know This Man - Carolee Carmello
Twenty Miles From Marietta - Herndon Lackey
Frankie's Testimony - Christy Carlson Romano
The Factory Girls; Come Up To My Office - Brent Carver
My Child Will Forgive Me - Herndon Lackey
That's What He Said - Herndon Lackey
Leo's Statement: "It's Hard To Speak My Heart" - Brent Carver
Summation And Cakewalk - Don Chastain
Do It Alone - Brent Carver
Pretty Music - John Hickok
Letter To The Governor - Don Chastain
This Is Not Over Yet - Brent Carver
Feel The Rain Fall - Don Stephenson
Where Will You Stand When The Flood Comes? - Evan Pappas
All The Wasted Time - Brent Carver

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Your Honor, Gentlemen of the Jury, and good people of Georgia
There is a farmhouse in Marietta
Kinda battered and forlorn
And in that farmhouse, fourteen years ago
A girl named Mary was born.

And she would dance in fields of cotton
There was a tree where she could play
But when her daddy died, two years ago
Mary and her mama moved away.

It's only twenty miles from Marietta
To a fact'ry in the center of this town
And twenty miles was all it took
To strike that sweet girl down.

People of Atlanta fought for freedom to their graves
And now their city is a fact'ry and their children are its slaves
People of Atlanta swing their city gates wide
(pointing at Leo)
And look at what you've wrought!