1. Annie Belle

From the recording Native

Annie Belle is a hymn to a black woman who loved me, a young white child, despite all the racial turmoil, because her faith in God was strong. She was much kinder than she had to be to a young, white girl. I will never forget her.


I am walkin' in the footsteps of my Lord
I have traveled down many broad highways
I've seen death, I've seen sorrow, I've seen misery
And I've been a part of many brighter days
Oh - I'm still travelin'
Oh - I still care
I am walkin' in the footsteps of my Lord
And wherever he takes me, I'll go there
I was born in a cabin in the backwoods
I've watched many a man lose his fight
Some of them were good, some were bad men
But a man is just a man, black or white
I can't ever say that I've been perfect
But I can say that I've tried really hard
To be the kind of woman you can count on
And to follow in the footsteps of my Lord
I have seen a hundred years come and go now
There have been a thousand changes in my life
But one thing I can tell you for certain
A poor man just a poor man, black or white