| Over the hills to the harbor
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| (Here we come)
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| Hope to find clean water
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| (Well to drink from)
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| Momma yo cheurrn, you’ll be proud of
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| (Daughters and sons)
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| (All that we have, is all that we want)
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| Master said he gonna free us
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| (No he won’t)
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| Master said he gonna free us
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| (Hell to the naw)
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| Yes we ain’t all that equal
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| No we not yeah!
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| (All that we have, is all that we want)
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| I’m tired of eating the same stank chitlins
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| And I’m tired of singing the same old song
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| I’m tired of the corns on my toes
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| And the back of my heels feeling like leather
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| Darkness falls on the shoulders (shoulders)
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| Of whoever’s leading
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| But ain’t way we can ever get paid
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| From where we crawl from
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| Oh I hear my people say (railroads)
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| Dying for no reason
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| Like it’s open season (railroads)
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| Say we fight and steal
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| Broad daylight we’re killed (railroads)
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| People dying with no answer
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| Spreading worse than cancer (railroads)
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| But there’s power in numbers
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| We’ll come rolling through like thunder
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| Cause we all got a few kids that
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| Depend on our ways
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| Might seem a little crazy to think that my skin
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| Is no different than your skin |