The Long Road

We ain't got nothin'
Nothin'
Nothin'
We ain't got nothin' at all,
But the clothes on our backs,
The scars we bear,
And the hope in our hearts.

We be slaves to the White Man
Man
Man
Who own us, we be slaves
And nothin' more
Worthless in the eyes of them who own us.

The White Man take
Take
Take
Take away our families, our friends,
Take everything from us,
But they won't ever take our hope.

So we sit, waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting 'till the day
When we own the White Man, when we be equal,
When we be free.

And when the time comes, we run
Run
Run
Run from the worthlessness,
And toward hope,
And we keep runnin'.

Run 'till we see the flickering
Flickering
Flickering
Of a single candle in the window,
The warm smile of "a friend of a friend"
and the hope that one day, we be free.

Then we keep going
Going
Going
Down this long merciless road
'Till the train stops.
And then we be free.

We be free.