Woolworth's lunch counter protest
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I’m just hungry for some comfort food
But the officer is pacing because he wants to set the mood
Intimidation tactics leave me wondering
If he wants to redden the chrome of the back of my seat
Remember when we met on
in February 1960. You were standing there waiting
for me at the Woolworth
in Greensboro, North Carolina.
All I wanted
was to get was what I ordered
but they refused to serve me
Walking down the busy street
surounded by melodious voices,
low and deep, high and sweet.
