go on back to momma
and tell her it's alright
tell her that you showed us
what was really wrong and right
go on back to momma
and say we understand
but we'd rather have our freedom
than see you steal it from our hands
what god has made me
and there's nothing you can do
I really don't know why you try
for your chances are so few
to take away my freedom
well you have no chance at all
for my freedoms in my mind
and you can't break down the wall
go on back to momma
and tell her it's alright
tell her that you showed us
what was really wrong and right
go on back to momma
and say we under stand
but we'd rather have our freedom
than see you steal it from our hands
look what you done to Jesus
you who come here in his name
you who stuck the thorns into his hands
you who can't find one to blame
I don't need you to show me the road
I should be on
for the writings on the wall for you
and your time will soon be gone
go on back to momma
and tell her it's alright
tell her that you showed us
what was really wrong and right
go on back to momma
and say we under stand
but we'd rather have our freedom
than see you steal it from our hands