Freedom

This mule ain't from Moscow

This mule ain't from the South

But this mule has some learnin'

Mostly mouth-to-mouth

This mule could be called stubborn and lazy

But in a clever sorta' way this mule could be workin',

Waitin' and learnin' and plannin'

For a sacred kind of day

A day when burnin' sticks and crosses is not mere

Child's play

But a madman in his most incandescent bloom

Whose lover's soul is imperfection and is most lustrous

Groom.

So, stand fast there young mule

Soothe in contemplation

That burning whole and aching thigh

Your stubbornness is ever living

And cool anxiety is about to die

Freedom for your daddy

Freedom for your momma

Freedom for your brothers and sisters

But no freedom for me

Freedom for your daddy's daddy

Freedom for your momma's momma

Freedom for your brothers and sisters

But no freedom for me

Freedom for your daddy's daddy

Freedom for your momma's momma

Freedom for your brothers and sisters

But no freedom for me