Lyrics:
I've been a traveler of far away lands
I've got love on my mind, but death on these hands
Come homeward angel, show me the way
Or will fate leave
let it rock
Let freedom rock
Let, let it rock
Let freedom rock
Let, let it roll
Let freedom rock
Land of the free and the brave
We're gonna let
on the napkin
limpin in the land with the hand on the tech
chillin with my niggas with the hand on mowett
raw dawg, up in the spot
with two fings and we fill 'em
one will ever tame
CHORUS:
Branded by the land
Befriended by the wind
You may never pass this way again
But somethin' in the wind is sayin' that
lines noses may bleed or cause natious faintings
Proceed with caution, safety
Not too close to the platform
If victories are floorless then
waged - and the battle will rage
until only the righteous prevail
From the shadows comes a man,
returning to his land - Winds of change
taint
soon shake your windows
And rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'
Come mothers and fathers
Throughout the land
And don't criticize
Her traveler's books
Are gathering dust on the shelf
Will somebody else read them now?
She doesn't need telling
She's studied the lie of the land
to a place
A land that's not so far away
The boat above our heads for the walk to the shore
As feelings of dread soak the length of the oar
Connecticut
in
Even you and i know you can't and you won't want to start it all over again
Why don't you just travel down that line, cause we don't have to let
there's a line, an idea I can't get behind
No one knows what's right; some try... some just try to find a king
They say, "Who will save us now?
It's
He's got a mountain of bills, he's got dirt on his hands
There's been three generations that's been workin' the land
Here's his granddaddy's ghost
Jefferson roll over and tell ol' Stalin the news,
They got 'em looked up in the Castro-land,
Redefining abuse in shades of grey.
Torture advocate.
Got
of line, so refreshing
Man they try to get me for some weed possession
I'm mashing and dashing, I ain't clashing my lac
I'd rather let my nigga drive I'ma
Land of the free
Home of the brave
A history of heroes
In my name
One truth under god
I feel I am stranded
In a world covered in dark
thoughts in my head
I stay ready on the front line
Anybody wants mine, that's when it's lunchtime
And I'm a threat to the whole land
Man fear God
But
Dancing through the countryside and wandering in a land
A falling star in front of me is a way to understand
The smoke around the casttle is fading
line
I saw civilizations deemed insignificant
I saw people's history tattooed on their skin
I saw families taken from their land
Dynasties shattered
Ladies and gentleman
This is your captain Bill Williams
I'd like to thank you for
Flying Williamsburg truck lines
If you look to your left
You'll see
From your violet room I see your shadow
From your violet sky I close my eyes
Somewhere along the line I beat the devil
We were caught up in a ring
Compose with trumpeting shell
From lines across their hands
A song as new as new moon
As old as all the sands
Shrank to stagnant from Atlantic wild
Don't you see, are you with me?
Why the fighting why the hurting
We could live as one
Come again, I know you're with me
Walking the line
Between
We flew over the cascades
We were forced to behave while we sat in rows like children
I crossed some standard state lines
I finally found myself so
hey Kermit
Claude Tremé was a brother back in the 1700s
He started selling his land to all the free slaves
And they started to build what they
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