| Yep
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| This one’s called «Alabama 69»
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| I come from Alabama and I work a ten pound hammer
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| And my woman’s picking cotton for the boss man on the hill
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| They work us till they break our back
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| Beat us cos our skin is black
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| I guess I’ll have to slave till the whip is in the grave
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| Yeah, when will we be free
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| I wanna walk down any road
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| And feel I have my liberty
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| Well, from day to day I live to die
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| The scars across my back don’t lie
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| Ain’t there anyone out there
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| To hear my freedom cry
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| Well, I believe a man’s a man who earns his pay as best he can
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| The color of his skin don’t mean he ain’t just like you
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| Yeah, but white folk here don’t give a hell
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| They think that we were born to smell
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| Of sweat and dust and dirt
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| Or plough until we die
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| Hallelujah
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| Let me hear you now
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| When will we be free
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| I wanna walk down any road
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| And feel I have my liberty
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| These shoes I’m wearing every day
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| Got holes the size of Frisco Bay
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| I’m praying for the time
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| When there will come a judgment day
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| Let me play you some lead here
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Well, we all know how long it is since Lincoln made those promises
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| That one day we would walk along the white side of the street
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| Now, but there were some bad folk around
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| That got so riled they shot him down
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| And there ain’t a cop in town
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| Who wouldn’t do the same for me
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| Yeah, now, when will we be free
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| I wanna walk down any road
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| And feel I have my liberty
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| Well, now, now
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| When will we be free
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| Yeah, yeah
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| When will we be free
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| Ooh, yeah
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| When will we be free
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| Well, now, now
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| When will we be free
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| Well, now, now, now, now
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| When will we be free |