Ain't cuttin' my hair till the good Lord come Ain't cuttin' my hair till the good Lord come Ain't cuttin' my hair till the good Lord comes Arrive upon the mountain just to see what we've done Cuttin' my hair, cuttin' 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 Say we should say until we know we should know it 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 cuttin' my hair till the good Lord comes Arrive upon the mountain just to see what we have done I ain't cuttin' my hair, cuttin' 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 Oh, what a thing to tell, put poison in the well Just to say, just to say, just to say, just to say
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 I ain't cuttin' my hair, cuttin' till the good Lord comes Till the good Lord comes