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
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
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
i ain't cuttin' my hair till the good lord comes
arrive upon the mountain just to see what we have done
cuttin' till the good lord comes
if we don't walk free with hand in heart
if we cannot see all we destroy
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
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
i ain't cuttin' my hair till the good lord comes
ain't cuttin' my hair till the good lord comes
i ain't cuttin' my hair till the good lord comes
arrive upon the mountain just to see what we have done
cuttin' till the good lord comes