Bobby Weidman - War Drum

Sun beat down like a war drum, I’m five days out, still on the run
Devil is wherever I go, down round here he go by Jim Crow
Heat got me knockin on death’s door, but gimme two days lord and I’ll reach the North
So let the ones who would stop me
Walk a mile in my shoes, and if
Freedom is a birthright, Let it
Lift my head from the noose
Desert night is fallin, I can hear Our Lady callin
Pray her to keep me whole, deliver me from Border Patrol
Cause I’m not turnin back southbound, Lord I’ll die before I turn around
So let the ones who would stop me
Walk a mile in my shoes, and if
Freedom is a birthright, Let it
Lift my head from the noose
Lord I’m dead in the water, the price of a life better than my father’s
Skin’s raw but heart’s iron, sail through hell on a raft of tires
From the Gulf Stream or God’s right hand I’ll step down on dry land
So to the ones who would stop me
Walk a mile in my shoes, and if
Freedom is a birthright, Let it
Lift my head from the noose,
Let it lift my head from the noose
Sun beat down like a war drum, I’m five days out, still on the run

Written by:
Robert Weidman

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