Lyrics:
John brown set the tone he was a meteor in a guilty land
Abolitionist understand freedom to the despondent man
Grant said you're either one,
John Brown's baby had a cold upon its chest.
John Brown's baby had a cold upon its chest.
John Brown's baby had a cold upon its chest.
And they
John Brown's baby had a cold upon his chest
John Brown's baby had a cold upon his chest
John Brown's baby had a cold upon his chest
So they rubbed
John Brown's baby had a cold upon his chest
John Brown's baby had a cold upon his chest
John Brown's baby had a cold upon his chest
So they rubbed
John Brown was determined, undaunted, true, and brave
And Kansas knows his valor when he fought her rights to save
Now even though the grass grows
John Brown was determined, undaunted, true, and brave
And Kansas knows his valor when he fought her rights to save
Now even though the grass grows
Since it's conception
America had a disease
Black folk were the exception
The white man owned them with ease
But one man, named John Brown
Wanted
On the second of December we'll always remember
As the day John Brown went marching in
Well, they took him from his cell with a .44 cal
Now he's
Well they hung John Brown in 1859
After his revolt did not go fine.
Trying to free the slaves was a noble cause,
Like putting one's faith in
ON THE GROUND
GET DOWN ON THE GROUND
BUT YOU CAN'T STOP THIS RESISTANCE
NOWHERE TO GO BUT THE DISTANCE
JOHN BROWN'S BODY MAY BE DEAD AND GO
BUT JOHN BROWN
he would sacrifice his own to liberate this land
John Brown left North Elba for Ossowatamie
he knew his sons were waiting and Kansas had to be free
John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave
Sheriff John Brown just wandered into town
Looking for a cripple and a thief
A black man and a woman and a lonesome guy like me
Just trying
Černý muž pod bičem otrokáře žil, černý muž pod bičem otrokáře žil
Černý muž pod bičem otrokáře žil, kapitán John Brown to zřel
Glory glory aleluja,
John Brown and his gang of thieves
Had just robbed the bank
They rode fast, they rode hard
Swearing they'd never go back again
Sheriff Parker
Bones in our closet always rattle
Caught in a steel trap
Memory serves, it's never gonna pass
Old John Brown
Can we keep from goin' down
Old John
Bones in our closet always rattle
Caught in a steel trap
Memory serves, it's never gonna pass
Old John Brown
Can we keep from goin' down
Old John Brown
Pierwsza, druga, trzecia lilia
Czwarta, piąta, szósta lilia
Siódma, ósma, dziewiąta lilia
Dziesiąta lilia też
John Brown zasadził lilie
John Brown
In Thursday heat in Dallas
It was the early morn
When the John Brown Gun Club
Got the early warn
There was to be a homeless sweep
Beneath
just a band her belly
John Brown him dead and gone
Jah know that him history still a go on
As him dead more John Brown born
Police full him up
Civil War
John browns body lies molding in his grave
Ain’t a man in this world need to be no slave
The color of his skin ain’t what he’s worth
this place.
I see it all, I'm the Night Guy
We knew his name was John Brown, maybe lived here in town, more than that the facts were few and far
John Brown’s Body
A hangman’s noose like a radio
Screaming “let your children go,
To see them lay john brown’s body in the ground.”
The beauty
my way
This ones for John Brown, we still ain't freed all the slaves
You got no chill, I'm still poppin sugar pills
I wish you would, I wish you would
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