I dreamed I was dying in Texas
I closed my eyes and I sighed
Like a black and white movie I saw my days
Playing out before my eyes
I was crippled by a life of injustice
I was bent from walking through the wind
I plead guilty on a day of judgement
God just shook my hand and grinned

(Chorus:)
And he said, come on in,
You did the best that you could do
There's a little bit of right in every wrong
There's a little bit of me in you

Sister I know that you're weary
You've been slaving in the sun all day
The burn of life in your belly
Sorrow in your heart of clay
Your husband was a man of passion
Passion stole your husband away
And your son gave a life for your freedom
But you feel like a prisoner anyway. Sister....

Come on in,
You did the best that you could do
There's a little bit of right in every wrong
There's a little bit of me in you

I left my home and my family
With my shoes in the dust of this land
I found a job and a woman
But nothing went the way I planned
I was ambushed by my own good intentions
Used up every dollar I earned
So I went back to the home of my father
And said, "your American son has returned"
"Dad, your American son has returned" ... and he said

Come on in,
You did the best that you could do
There's a little bit of right in every wrong
There's a little bit of me in you

Come on in,
You did the best that you could do
There's a little bit of right in every wrong
There's a little bit of me in you

(Repeat and Fade)

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