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  • 作词 : 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 a 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 a 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 a way
    Oh, Lord, you got to help them find the way
    Oh, Lord, you got to help us find a way
  • 作词 : 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 a 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 a 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 a way
    Oh, Lord, you got to help them find the way
    Oh, Lord, you got to help us find a way