Elvis Costello & Allen Toussaint - Freedom For The Stallion lyrics

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? 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. Some sing a sad song Some got to moan 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 people like John and me They've got men building fences to keep other men out Ignore him if he whispers and k** him if he shouts Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way Oh, Lord, you got to help them find the way Oh, Lord, you got to help us find the way.