I'd sing more about moral of this land. But all God's children ain't free. I'd open up every door I can. 'Cause all God's children ain't free I met a beaten broken man. He shovels dirt but got no
A little baby's born. Daddy's up and gone. You see his mama cry. Don't you turn away. She's needing you today. To help her dry her eyes. All God's lovely children. Sometimes lose their ways
