He ran to the east
Pleading his case
He stood in the courthouse
An aching for peace
His crime was a passion
And he？s not alone
And he？s not alone
And he？s not alone
And he？s not alone
Let my people go
His soul is on paper
Freshly changed
And white men they keep him
And he？s not around, yeah
Oh and not changing
He？s not around
And he？s not around
He？s not around, yeah
Let my people go