Runaway Train

Written by: Mike Butler

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

Come my children, and let me take you away, 
Away from that sad, sad struggle in the South 
To your human rights of freedom in the North.

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

Slavery is a sin that will not go unpunished, 
And like Moses I will guide you safely from your
Phony Pharaohs to a prosperous promised land.

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

We are not beasts of their burdens!  But, a
Proud people who will not be whisked 
And walloped anymore by their wild whips.  

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

There is one of two glorious gifts you have the
Inherent right to: liberty or death, if you could 
Not have one you can certainly have the other.

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

The ride is long, cold and exhausting.  We travel 
Under the blanket of night guided by a heavenly 
Star sitting quietly in the silent Northern sky.   

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

You will find rest and hide during the day. 
I have carried many others this way
Not a one lost, not a one led astray.

Come, my Negro brethren, come.

Saturday is upon us and it is time to catch
Your train. For today is the day the Lord hath
Made.  Freedom is upon us—first, let us pray.

Come my Negro brethren, come.