
Lyrics to Phil Cosby (Before There Was Atlanta, There Was Douglasville)
Ten thousand times ten thousand.
Walking and marching and running and shoving and pressing on.
Step by step, to the grave, marching on.
You have a song; unsung.
I sing a new song; falling on deaf ears.
Unsung.
Walking and marching and running and shoving and pressing on.
Step by step, to the grave, marching on.
You have a song; unsung.
I sing a new song; falling on deaf ears.
Unsung.
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