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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Durand Jones
Durand Jones
Vocals
Kyle Duane Houpt
Kyle Duane Houpt
Bass
Aaron Frazer
Aaron Frazer
Drums
Alastair Ottesen
Alastair Ottesen
Tenor Saxophone
Chloe Rowlands
Chloe Rowlands
Trumpet
Ginger Dolden
Ginger Dolden
Violin
Pete Lanctot
Pete Lanctot
Viola
Steve Onkoski
Steve Onkoski
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durand Jones
Durand Jones
Songwriter
Justin Thomas Hubler
Justin Thomas Hubler
Songwriter
Kyle Duane Houpt
Kyle Duane Houpt
Songwriter
Aaron Frazer
Aaron Frazer
Songwriter
Blake Rhein
Blake Rhein
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Frazer
Aaron Frazer
Producer
Blake Rhein
Blake Rhein
Producer
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Francisco Botero
Francisco Botero
Engineer
Paul Mahern
Paul Mahern
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's still in San Diego
You can hear a baby cryin'
As the trains in New York City
Roll thunder down the line
The teachers rise in Richmond
As they sleep in San Antone
While the harbor lights on Baltimore
Guide nurses headed home
And the jails of Maricopa
Say a man is but his wrong
[Verse 2]
It's morning in America
But I can't see the dawn
[Verse 3]
Congressmen in Washington
Receive their brief and brew
While lead it fills the pipelines
In a Detroit county school
And I think of my grandmother
How she told me to be strong
[Verse 4]
It's morning in America
But I can't see the dawn
[Verse 5]
A junkie waits in Jacksonville
Prescription for the pain
As what the doctor ordered
Comes screamin' through the vein
And in towns across the country
It's color that divides
When in working men and ladies
We could find our common side
[Verse 6]
It's morning in America
It's morning in America
We mourning in America
And I can't see the dawn, no
Written by: Aaron Gabriel Frazer, Blake Jordan Rhein, Durand Jones, Justin Thomas Hubler, Kyle Duane Houpt
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