| There’s smoke down by the river
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| Hear the cannon and the drums
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| I’ve got one thing to ask you, honey
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| Can you run?
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| You know I hate to ask so late
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| But the moment’s finally come
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| And there won’t be time to change your mind
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| Can you run?
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| Can you run to the freedom line
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| Of the Lincoln soldiers?
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| Where the contraband can be a man
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| With a musket on his shoulder
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| I’ve got to stand up tall before I’m done
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| Wrap these hands of mine around a gun
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| And chase the taste of bondage from my tongue
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| Can you run? |
| Can you run?
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| I’m takin' nothin' with me
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| We’ve just got time to beat the sun
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| And the boys in gray are never far away
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| Can you run?
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| Can you run to the freedom line
|
| Of the Lincoln soldiers?
|
| Where the contraband can be a man
|
| With a musket on his shoulder
|
| I’ve got to stand up tall before I’m done
|
| Wrap these hands of mine around a gun
|
| And chase the taste of bondage from my tongue
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| Can you run? |
| Can you run?
|
| There’s smoke down by the river
|
| Hear the cannon and the drum
|
| Even if I die, I’ve got to try
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| Can you run?
|
| Can you run to the freedom line
|
| Of the Lincoln soldiers?
|
| Where the contraband can be a man
|
| With a musket on his shoulder
|
| I’ve got to stand up tall before I’m done
|
| Wrap these hands of mine around a gun
|
| And chase the taste of bondage from my tongue
|
| Can you run? |
| Can you run?
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| Can you run? |
| Can you run? |