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The Laird is arriving He ran to the east He stood in the courthouse Pleading his case His crime was a passion An aching for peace And heÂ's not alone And heÂ's not alone And heÂ's not alone And heÂ's not alone Let my people go His soul is on paper Freshly changed And white men they keep him Oh and not changing And heÂ's not around, yeah And heÂ's not around HeÂ's not around HeÂ's not around, yeah Let my people go |