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I'd sing more about moral of this land |
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But all God's children ain't free |
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I'd open up every door I can |
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'Cause all God's children ain't free |
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I met a beaten broken man |
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He shovels dirt but got no land |
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And he held out his hand to me |
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All God's children ain't free |
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I'd sing along too a silly song |
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But all God's children ain't free |
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I'm gonna sing the blues for the men they done wrong |
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'Cause all God's children ain't free |
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Mister how about the man you condemn to die? |
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But taking everything that he's livin' by |
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And reject him from society |
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All God's children ain't free |
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No reject him from society |
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All God's children ain't free |
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I'd be happy walking any street |
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But all God's children ain't free |
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I'd have a smile for all I meet |
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But all God's children ain't free |
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I'd whistle down the road but I wouldn't feel right |
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I'd hear somebody cryin' out at night |
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From a sharecropper shack or penitentiary |
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All God's children ain't free |
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From a sharecropper shack or penitentiary |
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All God's children ain't free |
