| go on back to momma
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| and tell her it’s alright
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| tell her that you showed us
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| what was really wrong and right
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| go on back to momma
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| and say we understand
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| but we’d rather have our freedom
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| than see you steal it from our hands
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| what god has made me
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| and there’s nothing you can do
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| I really don’t know why you try
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| for your chances are so few
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| to take away my freedom
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| well you have no chance at all
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| for my freedoms in my mind
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| and you can’t break down the wall
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| go on back to momma
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| and tell her it’s alright
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| tell her that you showed us
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| what was really wrong and right
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| go on back to momma
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| and say we under stand
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| but we’d rather have our freedom
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| than see you steal it from our hands
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| look what you done to Jesus
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| you who come here in his name
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| you who stuck the thorns into his hands
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| you who can’t find one to blame
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| I don’t need you to show me the road I should be on
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| for the writings on the wall for you
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| and your time will soon be gone
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| go on back to momma
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| and tell her it’s alright
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| tell her that you showed us
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| what was really wrong and right
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| go on back to momma
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| and say we under stand
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| but we’d rather have our freedom
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| than see you steal it from our hands |