Running to the North of North America Unsatisfied slaves working Nothing but beating and whipping Door to a secret passage Enter a whole new world for freedom Running as fast as they can Ground as cold and hard as ice Running with bare feet Odors used to lead the dogs off track Underground in the dark Nothing but the moonlight Dogs barking to find their way Running to the north of North America Africans were the first to be caught In the secret tunnels they creep Little children stay close to their mom Riding in the back of wagons Or just running through the night Always escaping from their home "Dumb Slaves," the catchers mumble

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