Every time that I remember the old slavery days
My little heart cries out
Oh I wish that one day
I will 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!
Freedom street!
Freedom street!
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
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!
Freedom street!
Freedom street!
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
Natty Dread a the conqueror
Come take my hand
Freedom street! Yeah!
Freedom street!
Come take my hands, say, just as the conqueror
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