68.
HALLELUJAH, I'M A-TRAVELING

In nineteen fifty-four,
The Supreme Court has said,
Listen here, Mr. Jim Crow
It's time you were dead.

CHORUS:
Hallelujah, I'm a-traveling
Hallelujah, ain't it fine;
Hallelujah, I'm a-traveling
Down freedom's main line.

At Howard Johnson's one day,
We will all buy a Coke
And the waitress will serve us
And know it's no joke.

I'm taking a trip
On the Greyhound Bus Line
I'm riding the front seat
To Jackson this time.

In Fayette County,
Set off and remote,
The polls are not open
For Negroes to vote.

Three hundred Freedom Riders
When offered a choice
Six months, three hundred dollars,
Respond in one voice.

REFRAIN:
Hallelujah, I'm a jailbird
And I ain't paying no fine.
Hallelujah, I'm a-traveling
Down freedom's main line,
 

THIS LITTLE LIGHT OF MINE

This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine,
This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine.
This little light of mine,
I'm gonna let it shine.
Let it shine, Let it shine,
Let it shine.

All over (New York, Miss., etc.)
I'm gonna let it shine....

WE ARE SOIDIERS IN THE ARMY

CHORUS: 
We are soldiers in the army
We have to fight although we have to cry
We have to hold up the freedom banner
We have to hold it up until we die.

My mother was a soldier,
She had her hand on the gospel plow,
One day she got old
She couldn't fight anymore;
She said, "I'll stand here and fight anyhow."

My father was a soldier...

My brother was a soldier...

I'm glad I am a soldier...
 

I'M SO GLAD

I'm so glad, I'm fighting for civil rights,
I'm so glad, I'm fighting for civil rights,
I'm so glad, I'm fighting for civil rights,
Singing glory hallelujah, I'm so glad.

I'm so glad, I'm fighting to be free...

I'm so glad, slumlords are gonna go...

I'm so glad, we're gonna win our fight...

I'm so glad, I'm marching for my freedom...
 
 

AIN'T GONNA LET NOBODY TURN ME ROUND

Ain't gonna let nobody, turn me round
Turn me round, turn me round
Ain't gonna let nobody, turn me round
Keep on a-walking, keep on a-talking
Walking down that freedom line.
  (or Marching up to freedom land.)

Ain't gonna let (substitute any name),
Turn me round...

Ain't gonna let 'lectric prodders,
Turn me round...


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