Rosewood
Eric Bibb Lyrics


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They say the whole thing started with Fanny Taylor′s lie
That spark lit the flame, fear an' hatred fed the fire
Truly, it started centuries ago
Ships with human cargo chained down below

I was in the third grade, I could read an′ write
I remember every thing, the moon was full an' bright
So bright, you could see shadows at midnight
The night they burned Rosewood to the ground

Rosewood, Rosewood
Buried in the ashes of history
Rosewood, Rosewood
Where my family home used to be

Had to put on heavy clothes, fast as we could
There was shootin' everywhere
Had to get out in the woods
First person killed was my uncle
Sam Carter was his name
What happened in Rosewood that night
Nothin′ but a crime an′ a shame

Newspapers told how many
Whites an' blacks were counted dead
But the tears had no color
The tears their families shed
Anyway, the numbers in the papers
Were nowhere near the truth
Coulda been ten, coulda been a hundred
We had no proof

Rosewood, Rosewood
Buried in the ashes of history
Rosewood, Rosewood
Where my family home used to be

The first day of the New Year, 1923
Burned like a brand on a child′s memory
Hidin' in the swamps, prayin′ we'd get away
Never talked about it – ′til today

Rosewood, Rosewood
Buried in the ashes of history
Rosewood, Rosewood
Where my family home used to be




Burned like a brand on a child's memory
Where my family home used to be

Overall Meaning

The song "Rosewood" by Eric Bibb deals with the tragedy of the Rosewood massacre that took place in Florida in January 1923. The song starts with the reference to a lie that sparked the events of the massacre which then spread due to the fear and hatred that fueled the fire. The singer then takes us back to the starting point of slavery when humans were treated like cargo and shipped across the sea. This led to the formation of towns like Rosewood, developed to serve white-owned industries and enhance the economy of the area.


The singer was in the third grade, an innocent child trying to make sense of the world around him, when the massacre occurred. The burning of Rosewood is vividly described in the lyric. Amidst the chaos, the singer's uncle, Sam Carter, was the first person killed. The newspapers' count of the dead was far from accurate, and the tears shed by the families were colorless. The song emphasizes the tragedy, shame, and destruction involved in the incident.


Line by Line Meaning

They say the whole thing started with Fanny Taylor′s lie
According to the popular belief, the entire catastrophe initiated because of Fanny Taylor's deception


That spark lit the flame, fear an' hatred fed the fire
The spark ignited the flame, and fear and hatred fueled the disaster


Truly, it started centuries ago
In reality, the unpleasantness began many years before


Ships with human cargo chained down below
It all started with the arrival of slave ships, which carried humans chained up below


I was in the third grade, I could read an′ write
As a third-grader, I had learned to read and write


I remember every thing, the moon was full an' bright
I remember every detail, including the bright full moon that night


So bright, you could see shadows at midnight
The moon was so radiant that even the shadows were visible at midnight


The night they burned Rosewood to the ground
It was the night when the town of Rosewood was burnt to the ground


Had to put on heavy clothes, fast as we could
We had to wear heavy clothes and get out of the town as quickly as possible


There was shootin' everywhere
There were gunshots ringing all around


First person killed was my uncle
The first person who lost his life that night was my uncle


Sam Carter was his name
My uncle's name was Sam Carter


What happened in Rosewood that night
The events that occurred in Rosewood on that fateful night


Nothin′ but a crime an′ a shame
It was nothing but a heinous crime and a source of disgrace


Newspapers told how many Whites an' blacks were counted dead
The newspaper articles reported the number of white and black people who were killed


But the tears had no color The tears their families shed
The tears shed by the bereaved families had no color


Anyway, the numbers in the papers Were nowhere near the truth
In any case, the numbers presented in the newspapers did not reflect the actual death toll


Coulda been ten, coulda been a hundred We had no proof
It could have been ten or a hundred, and we had no way to ascertain the exact numbers


The first day of the New Year, 1923 Burned like a brand on a child′s memory
The initial day of the year 1923 was a memory that stayed with me like a permanent mark


Hidin' in the swamps, prayin′ we'd get away Never talked about it – ′til today
We were hiding in the swamps, hoping to escape while never discussing the incident - until today


Rosewood, Rosewood Buried in the ashes of history Rosewood, Rosewood Where my family home used to be
Rosewood, a place of deep significance to me, has now become a fragment of the past


Burned like a brand on a child's memory Where my family home used to be
The memories of my family's ancestral home being engulfed in flames remain strongly etched in my mind




Writer(s): Glen Scott, Eric Charles Bibb

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Comments from YouTube:

Ann Arnold Aldridge

I just heard Eric about a year ago. I LOVE IT!

the moi channel

a testament to man's inhumanity to man. elegiac.

BlackGold Soul

"man's inhumanity" you mean the inumanity of "white people"

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