Black Necks on the Hanging Tree
Run black man run
The slave owners come chasing
Shots fired by guns
Dogs through bushes blazing
Run black boy run
You were not supposed to be seen with a book
Bruises to the head will make you stun
You have no right, your black means crook
See, now they caught you what’s it going to be
They have decided already papa
Your neck on the hanging tree
No, don’t cry now mama
That is the way wickedness be
Run black man run
The slave owners come chasing
Now they use the men in blue
To do their eliminating
Run black man run
Now it is the system that you fight
But you have to do it with brain, not with might
Run black man run
Get out and go back to the sun.