| Black woman, ooh, black woman
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| Light me up, troubled long
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| You trod one of life’s roughest roads
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| You got the heaviest load
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| To be someone, to belong
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| Too near mile and a half furlong
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| Don’t give up now
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| Just pray for strength now
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| For you I dedicate my song
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| We are forsaked once in the plantation
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| Lashes to our skin
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| On auction blocks we were chained and sold
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| Handled merchandise
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| Highly abused and warmth we were refused
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| And thrown in garbage bins
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| But no need for that now
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| Free us, stand on back now
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| And help me to sing my song
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| When you’re fighting stand up for the right thing
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| And not that which is wrong
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| I heard Rachel mourning for her children
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| When Herod and Pharaoh took their little heads
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| But like Mary and like Joseph
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| Mother of Moses too
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| Overcame its evil devices
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| I dedicate my song for you
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| Black woman, ooh, black woman
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| I know you’ve struggled long
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| I feel your afflictions
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| To you I dedicate my song |