I'd sing more about moral of this land. But all God's children ain't free. I'd open up every door I can. 'Cause all God's children ain't free I met a beaten broken man. He shovels dirt but got no
first I deserted, I thought myself free. Until my cruel comrade informed against me. I was quickly followed after and brought back with speed. I was handcuffed and guarded, heavy irons put on me
I'm coming home I've done my time,. Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine,. If you receive my letter tellin' you I'd soon be free,. Then you'll know just what to do, if you still want me, if