Runaway Train
Come, my ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** 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 ***** brethren, come.
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