FREEDOM TRAIN
by Glen Hornblast
Jimmy Blackburn was a slave boy
And he worked his master’s farm
Picking cotton was a hard life for a boy
Jimmy said “Mama, there’s a country
Where a man is just a man
And I’m going, yes I’m going
To Freedom Land.”
Mama said, “Jimmy, there’s a white woman
Who can help you get away.
You gotta go there, gotta get there
Jimmy if you can.”
Jimmy said, “Mama, you’re coming with me.”
Mama said, “Lord, we’re in your hands,
‘Cause we’re going, yes we’re going
To Freedom Land.”
CHORUS:
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride that Freedom Train
Ride, ride, ride, ride, ride that Freedom Train
You got to ride that Freedom Train
Come the morning, Sheriff Johnston
Heard that Jimmy got away
He said, “I’m gonna get that Negro boy if I can.”
But Mama prayed hard
She prayed to Jesus
“Jesus, help us if you can.”
Hallelujah, the good Lord led them
To Freedom Land
CHORUS:
Now the moral of the story
Is that all men shall be free
I believe, Lord, I believe
It’s our destiny
Black or white man
Rich or poor man
We can live in harmony
But we can’t forget the story
Of Freedom Land.
CHORUS:
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ISLA MUJERES
by Glen Hornblast
Well I heard you could take the ferry
From a town called Puerta Juarez
For just a thousand pesos
You could ride with the local people
To an island where the sunsets
Are a beauty to behold
And sea is painted turquoise
And the nights are never cold
CHORUS:
On the island, Island of Women
Isla Mujeres, that’s where my heart is
On the island, Island of Women
Isla Mujeres
Now the narrow streets are crowded
With a busload full of tourists
In their sunglasses and cameras
They’re here to spend their money
And a woman from Toronto
Is looking for a bargain
She’s loaded down with silver
Enough to fill a coffin
CHORUS
Now a kid without any shoes on
Is coming to my table
He wants me to buy a bracelet
For just one U.S. dollar
And his eyes are soft and beautiful
His face a little dirty
He wants a piece of America
So he can feed his family
CHORUS
So we rent a small hotel room
That looks out on the ocean
When down the street in a one-room shack
Lives a family with seven children
And I look up at the stars
For a familiar constellation
And I see woman crying
For her children and her Nation
CHORUS
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