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Where are you now? |
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Broken up or still around? |
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The CIA says you're a guilty man |
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Will we see the likes of you again? |
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Can anyone make a difference anymore? |
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Can anyone write a protest song? |
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Pinky lefty revolutionary |
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Burnt at the stake for |
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A voice so pure - a vision so clear |
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I've got to learn to live like you |
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Learn to sing like you |
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Went to Cuba to meet Castro |
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Never got past sleepy Moscow |
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A giant man with a heavenly voice |
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MK Ultra turned you paranoid |
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No passport 'til 1958 |
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McCarthy poisoned through with hate |
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Liberty lost still buried today |
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Beneath the lie of the USA |
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Say what you want |
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Say what you want |
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A voice so pure - a vision so clear |
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I've got to learn to live like you |
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Learn to sing like you |
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Now let the Freedom Train come zooming down the track |
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Gleaming in the sunlight for white and black |
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Not stopping at no stations marked colored nor white |
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Just stopping in the fields in the broad daylight |
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Stopping in the country in the wide open air |
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Where there never was a Jim Crow sign nowhere |
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And no lilly-white committees, politicians of note |
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Nor poll tax layer through which colored can't vote |
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And there won't be no kinda color lines |
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The Freedom Train will be yours |
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And mine |
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A voice so pure - a vision so clear |
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I've got to learn to live like you |
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Learn to sing like you |
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Sing it loud, sing it proud |
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I will be here, I will be found |
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Sing it loud, sing it proud |
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I will be here, I will be found |
