(A.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
prayin' to you?

They got men makin' laws that destroy other men, made money,
God, it's a doggone
sin,

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

Big ship's a-sailin', slaves all chained and bound,

Headin' for a brand new land that someone said he up and
found.
Lord, have mercy, what you gonna do about the people who are

prayin' to you?
They got men makin' laws that destroy other men, they made
money, God, it's a

doggone sin.
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way.


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
prayin' to you?
You know when I look inside my mind searchin' for the truth I

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


Hey, Lord!