Freedom For The Stallion

(álbum: Seven Separate Fools - 1972)

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, 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 someone said he up 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 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 praying to you?
You know when I look inside my mind searching for the truth I find,
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way.

Hey, Lord!