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Let me tell you something
Something mama told to me
Just because we don't see no chains
Doesn't mean we're free
Years of feast or famine
Hang beneath the trees
Some say they don’t see no chains
Doesn’t mean we’re free
Doesn’t mean we’re free
No it doesn’t mean we’re free
Just because we don’t see no chains
Doesn’t mean we’re free
Blues will come a knockin’
Knockin’ hard upon your door
Better hope that you ain’t home
Or you won’t come home no more
Lock me up in winter
Stay there right until the fall
The only crime’s the skin I’m in
My back against the wall
Doesn’t mean we’re free
No it doesn’t mean we’re free
Just because we don’t see no chains
Doesn’t mean we’re free
