Freedom for the Stallion - Allen 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