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
I ain't cutting my hair, 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
I ain't open my eyes, 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

Cause it's a coal, it's a coal war
It's a coal, coal, it's a coal war

I ain't cutting my hair till the good lord comes - arrive upon the mountain just to see what we have done
I ain't cutting my hair, cutting till the good lord comes, till the good lord comes

Cause it's a coal, it's a coal war
It's a coal, coal, coal...

If we don't walk free with hand in heart, it's time
If we cannot see all we destroy, we're blind
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
It's not the hand, not the hand...
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

What a thing to tell, "Store poison in the well."
Just to say, just to say, just to say, just to say...

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
I ain't cutting my hair, cutting till the good lord comes
Till the good lord comes...