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    Molasses

     

    We cut the timber till our fingertips were numb

    Nothing there to keep us but an overseer’s gun

    When Africa looked up and said the time is bound to come

    You’ve surely got to run to get your freedom

     

    We broke from cover got across  a stinking creek

    With fifty kinds of undergrowth wrapped around our knees 

    And Africa fell far behind - we had to leave him be  

    So much you have to lose to get your freedom

     

    Here's the black Molasses, boys, never known to shirk

    Put a hundred dollar down and ye'll put him straight to work

    Ye shall keep him always with  a chain around his shin

    Run, Molasses, run - don't let them haul you in

     

    We rested in tobacco fields, the night was cold and long

    We soon got hungered and not every man as strong

    Then we heard the dogs and so they broke away from me

    Sometimes you have to choose to get your freedom

     

    I ran to the voice of the auctioneer, ran to the driver's lash

    Every step reminding me that there's no going back

    I ran to Mama's stories - how we came across the sea

    And all the world we lost there, with our freedom

     

    Follow down the river is what the woman said

    There you'll find an island where the sun burns low and red

    Runaways there waiting: they'll find a place for thee

    So much you stand to gain, with your freedom

     

     

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