Alabama ’69 Humble Pie

Yep
This one's called "Alabama 69"

I come from Alabama and I work a ten pound hammer
And my woman's picking cotton for the boss man on the hill
They work us till they break our back
Beat us cos our skin is black
I guess I'll have to slave till the whip is in the grave

Yeah, when will we be free
I wanna walk down any road
And feel I have my liberty

Well, from day to day I live to die
The scars across my back don't lie
Ain't there anyone out there
To hear my freedom cry

Well, I believe a man's a man who earns his pay as best he can
The color of his skin don't mean he ain't just like you
Yeah, but white folk here don't give a hell
They think that we were born to smell
Of sweat and dust and dirt
Or plough until we die

Hallelujah
Let me hear you now