Slave Song

There is an outhouse in the house 
One there for me 
One here for you 
For I am black and you are white 
God loves all his children, don't you know? 
\There's an old bus carrying folks like goods 
The back for me 
The front for you 
The weak is wrong and the strong is right 
God loves all his children, don't you know? 
\There's a colored church; there's a white 
Free in bondage 
Burdened and free 
One cross for me, one cross for you 
God loves all his children, don't you know? 
\There's a heaven yonder, and so bright 
I got passage 
And you will see 
The same heaven for me, same heaven for you 
God love's all his children, don't you know?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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