Allen Toussaint - Freedom for the Stallion Lyrics
(Toussaint)Freedom for the stallionFreedom for the mare and her coltFreedom for the baby childWho 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 songSome got to moan the bluesTrying to make the best of a homeThat the man didn't even get to chooseLord, have mercy, how you gonna be with people like John and meThey've got men building fences to keep other men outIgnore him if he whispers and kill him if he shoutsOh, Lord, you got to help us find the wayOh, Lord, you got to help them find the wayOh, Lord, you got to help us find the way.
