Everytime that I remember the old slavery days, My little heart cries out, Oh I wish that oneday, That we gonna walk down freedom street Let me be, I don't want to live in misery Why can't you see That even the prisoners got to be free Whip flush on my back, And strings around my feet I work in the burning sun Until the tears and the sweat stains my face, Freedom street, talking freedom street Come take my hands i want to drop it to you Come take my hands, say, just as the conqueror Come take my hand, come take my hand.