Boz Scaggs - Freedom for the Stallion Lyrics

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Freedom for the Stallion

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What Are The Lyrics For Freedom for the Stallion By Boz Scaggs?
Freedom for the stallion
Freedom for the mare and her colt Freedom for the baby child Who has not grown old enough to vote Lord, have mercy, what You gonna do About the people who are praying to You? They got men making laws that destroy other men They make money, God, it's a doggone sin Oh Lord, You got to help us find a way Big ships sailing Slaves all chained and bound Headed for a brand new land That some cat says he up and found Lord, have mercy, what You gonna do About the people who are praying to You? They got men making laws that destroy other men To make money, God, it's a doggone sin Oh Lord, You got to help us find a way, yeah Freedom for the stallion Freedom for the mare and her colt Freedom for the baby child Who has not grown old enough to vote Lord, have mercy, what You gonna do About the people who are praying to You? You know if I could look inside Your mind I'd bring back all the truth I find Oh Lord, You gotta help us find a way Freedom for the stallion Freedom for the mare and her colt Freedom for the baby child Who has not grown old enough to vote |
Who Wrote Freedom for the Stallion By Boz Scaggs?
Allen Toussaint
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What's The Duration Of The Freedom for the Stallion By Boz Scaggs?The duration of Freedom for the Stallion is 2:35 minutes and seconds. |
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