Freedom Street - Eric Donaldson

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.