The first black girl in Heartland State
Learned how to play the blues some way
And she sat by the railroad, next to the trains
Her heart was beside her, open it laid
She was told by her father: it's much to late
They're never gonna let you in anyway
And she said: you know, it's never too late
To be a little different and a little afraid
She was one of a kind, she came through the woods
She used to play games that little riding hood
Now she played for the wolves that never did her no good
Going for their millions like she never would
And she had a million dreams back then
Those frat boys took away a million and ten
The only million she made was paid in Yen
It could pay for freedom, but only for them
The first black girl in Heartland State
Learned how to play the blues some way
And she sat by the railroad next to the trains
Strumming her guitar in a white man's way
Though it was never her game, she knew it well
With all she'd learned she now rang the bell
Her tones broke through the calm of the night
And it sounded like this for a while
The first black girl in Heartland State
Taught others to play the blues her way
And they sat by the railroad next to the trains
Sending bad people back the same way they came
She was told by her mother: it's much to late
They're never gonna let you have your say
And she said: you know, it's never too late
To be a little different and a little afraid