I'd sing
more about more of this land
But all God's children ain't free
I'd open up every door I can
But all God's children ain't free
I met a beaten, broken man
He shovels dirt, but got no land
And he held out his hand to me
All God's children ain't free
I'd sing along to a silly song
But all God's children ain't free
I'm gonna sing a blues
for the man they done wrong,
Cause all God's children ain't free.
Mister, how about the man
you condemned to die,
By takin' everything that he's livin' by,
And reject him from society.
All God's children ain't free,
No, reject him from society.
All God's children ain't
free
I'd be happy walking any street
But all God's children ain't free
I'd have a smile for all I meet
But all God's children ain't free
I'd whistle down the road,
but it wouldn't feel right
I'd hear somebody crying out at night
From a sharecropper's
shack or penitentiary
All God's children ain't free
From a sharecropper's
shack or penitentiary
All God's children ain't free