Singin' The Blues

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.