From the recording Flambeau Fire--Politically Hot ...
Lyrics
"Well Well Well, Freedom"__Track 5.
Well well well, whose that coming. Well well well, hold my hand. Well well well whose that comin’. Freedom got to move me all over this land. I got to run run run, run for my life. I got to run run run, run from the strife. I go t to run run run up that hill. If the hounds don’t get me, then the devil will–oh no. Well I’m a hot bullet baby: I want a hot match. You got the right target, I’m an easy catch. So hold my hand, dear, all through the night. Want to wake up dreamin’. Want it be right–oh yaah. Want to wake up dreamin’; want to sleep like a log. You got a hot collar, your a wanted dog. Gonna right my left. Gonna straighten my deck. Gonna walk the line or swing by the neck–oh no. He’s got the blues tonight–down down. He’s got those blues tonight–down down. He’s got the blues. He’s got the blues. He’s got the blues tonight–down down. Got those mean ol’ blues–down down. He’s got the blues. He’s got the blues. Well it’s four O’clock. All is well. Everything be fine now. Just don’t tell–well well. Well well well, whose that comin’? Well well well, hold my hand. Well well well, whose that comin’ ? Freedom got to move me all over this land. I got to run run run. Run through the fog. I got to run run run. Sail with the smog. I got to run run run, up that hill. If the hounds don’t get me, then you know who will. Oh no.