Listen while I tell the hard luck story
by the man named Jack Macduff.
He believed in the God of the glory,
but it just wasn't tough enough.
I believe in the freedom song,
and I'll choose my own destiny.
So they took him and they beat him
underneath that old hanging tree,
saying, Jack,
you must
die.
What will your last words be?
Jackie hurried his head back.
Long live liberty.
I believe in the freedom song.
Doesn't matter what you do to me.
With a rope around his neck,
they left him hanging high from that old hanging tree.
On her knees, his wife was screaming,
Lord, have mercy.
Lord, have mercy.
I believe in the freedom song.
Long live the liberty.
I believe in that freedom song.
Doesn't matter what you do to me.