by Dani Boi

Created on: January 03, 2009

In iron shackles kneeled

A people forced to yield,

Assigned a life of torment, grief, and shame.

Down through the years they served the proud,

Served the arrogant and loud.

Their backs were bent, their heads were bowed,

Until deliverance came.

The burning issue here discloses

God's own heart as He spoke to Moses

Of the cruel injustice in that day,

"I have a plan to set them free.

They'll follow you, you follow Me.

They're not to fear the cross they'll see,

But trust me all the way."

Black folks love the blues; they've walked in those shoes.

The tracks can still be seen across the sand.

Now following those tracks I find I'm leaving this old world behind.

The cross ties are the ties that bind

And they're headed for the Promised Land.

The blues they're still hummin'.

His eye is on the sparrow.

And the glory train's a'comin'

Down the way that's straight and narrow.

The Lord sees their affliction as His children pay their dues.

And I guess that's why black folks love the blues.

The wisdom of this world

Will confound the wise.

Proud men with hardened hearts will rise.

For money, power, and control

They'll use deceit to reach the goal

That in the end will cost their soul

And leave them with the lies.

So let the world have its fling.

The $erpent on the $taff, its king

No longer will our value standard be.

God's there behind the dollar bill

Over the pyramid watching still.

It never makes, and never will,

A turn He doesn't see.

Black folks love the blues; they've walked in those shoes.

The tracks can still be seen across the sand.

Now following those tracks I find I'm leaving this old world behind.

The cross ties are the ties that bind

And they're headed for the Promised Land.

The blues they're still hummin'.

His eye is on the Pharaoh.

And the glory train's a'commin'

Down the way that's straight and narrow.

The Lord sees their affliction as His children pay their dues.

And I guess that's why black folks love the blues.

A people sitting in darkness

Have seen a great light.

Labor weary eyes are given sight.

Faithful since they first believed,

Expecting since they first conceived.

Deliverance would be achieved

Through what was borne that night.

The collar's getting tighter

But the sky is getting brighter.

Looks like we just may see the light of day.

We're all blind in the dark it's true.

But if I'm right, this collar's blue

And when our work is finally through

We'll understand The Way.

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