The Laird Lyrics

Pappalardi-Collins)

The Laird is arriving
He ran to the east
He stood in the courthouse
Pleading his case
His crime was a pa*sion
An aching for peace

And hes not alone
And hes not alone
And hes not alone
And hes not alone

Let my people go
His soul is on paper
Freshly changed
And white men they keep him
Oh and not changing

And hes not around, yeah
And hes not around
Hes not around
Hes not around, yeah
Let my people go

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