Freedom For The Stallion

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 and 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 just up 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 and it's a doggone sin
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way

Big bell a'ringing
Everybody's gonna be free
Even the little people
The little bittle folk like John and me
Lord, have mercy, how you gonna be

For little people like John and me

When I look inside my mind
Searching for the truth I find
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way

Some sing a glad song
And some got to moan the blues
Trying to make the best of the home
That the man didn't even get to choose

Lord, have mercy, what you gonna do
About the people who are praying to you
They got men building fences keeping other men out
Ignore him if he whisper and kill him if he shout
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way

Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way