Eric Donaldson Freedom Street
Everytime that I remember the old slavery days,
My little heart cries out,
Oh I wish that oneday,
that we gonna walk down freedom street
Let me be,
I don't want to live in misery
Why can't you see
That even the prisoners got to be free
Whip flush on my back,
and strings around my feet
I work in the burning sun
until the tears and the sweat stains my face,
freedom street, talking freedom street
Come take my hands i want to drop it to you
come take my hands, say, just as the conqueror
come take my hand, come take my hand.
