paroles de chanson Freedom For The Stallion - Elvis Costello , Allen Toussaint
(Toussaint)
Freedom
for
the
stallion
Freedom
for
the
mare
and
her
colt
Freedom
for
the
baby
child
Who
has
not
grown
old
enough
to
vote.
Lord,
have
mercy,
what
you
gonna
do
about
the
people
who
are
praying
to
you?
They
got
men
making
laws
that
destroy
other
men,
They′ve
made
money
God
It's
a
doggone
sin,
Oh,
Lord,
you
got
to
help
us
find
the
way.
Big
ship′s
a-sailing,
slaves
all
chained
and
bound,
Heading
for
a
brand
new
land
that
some
cat
said
he
upped
and
found.
Lord,
have
mercy,
what
you
gonna
do
about
the
people
who
are
praying
to
you?
They
got
men
making
laws
that
destroy
other
men,
They've
made
money
God
It's
a
doggone
sin.
Oh,
Lord,
you
got
to
help
us
find
the
way.
Some
sing
a
sad
song
Some
got
to
moan
the
blues
Trying
to
make
the
best
of
a
home
That
the
man
didn′t
even
get
to
choose
Lord,
have
mercy,
how
you
gonna
be
with
people
like
John
and
me
They′ve
got
men
building
fences
to
keep
other
men
out
Ignore
him
if
he
whispers
and
kill
him
if
he
shouts
Oh,
Lord,
you
got
to
help
us
find
the
way
Oh,
Lord,
you
got
to
help
them
find
the
way
Oh,
Lord,
you
got
to
help
us
find
the
way.
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