Get your violins out, your flutes and cellos As I recount my days back in Monticello The year America breaks from Europe’s chains I’m still a slave shackled in America’s chains And I’ll make it plain I was more than a slave A founding father found me and he couldn’t behave Y’all can call him […]
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