Freedom for the Stallion Songtext
von Amy Helm

Freedom for the stallion
Freedom for the mare and her colt
Freedom for the baby child
Who has not grown old enough to vote

Lord, have mercy, what you gonna do
About the people who are praying to you?
They got men making laws that destroy other men
They′ve made money God
It's a doggone sin
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way

Big ship′s a-sailing, slaves all chained and bound
Heading for a brand-new land
That some cat said he upped and found


Lord, have mercy, what you gonna do
About the people who are praying to you?
And then I look, inside my mind
Searching for the truth
I find no luck
You gotta help us find a way

Others have to burn the blues
Trying to make the best of a home
That the man didn't even get to choose

Lord, have mercy
How you gonna be with the people like John and me?
They've got men building walls keeping other men out
Ignore him if he whispers and kill him if he shouts
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way
Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way, ooh