Coal War

Joshua James

I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes
I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes
I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes
Arrive upon the mountain just to see what we have done
I ain't cutting my hair, cutting till the good lord comes

I ain't open my eyes till we all walk free
I ain't open my eyes till we all walk free
I ain't open my eyes till we all walk free
Till the color of our skin it don't mean a damn thing
I ain't open my eyes, open till we all walk free

I ain't pickin' up a paper till the wild wind blows
I ain't pickin' up a paper till the wild wind blows
I ain't pickin' up a paper till the wild wind blows
Till we should say what we should say, till we know what we should know
I ain't pickin up a paper, pickin till the wild wind blows

'Cause it's a coal, it's a coal war
It's a coal, coal, it's a coal war, ah!

I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes
Arrive upon the mountain just to see what we have done
I ain't cutting my hair, cutting till the good lord comes
Till the good Lord comes

'Cause it's a coal, it's a coal war
It's a coal, coal, coal

If we don't walk free with hand in heart, it's time
If we cannot see all we destroy, we're blind

It's not the hand that cuts, it's the heart we left behind
It's not the hand that cuts, it's the hatred deep inside
It's not the hand that cuts, it's the hatred deep inside
It's not the hand, not the hand

Five dollars and a head to keep, with dull black scissors and some kerosene
You burnt the house, but you came to bid him well

What a thing to tell, store poison in the well
Just to say, just to say, just to say, just to say

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