
Paul and Silas bound in jail,
Had no money for their bail,
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on.
Hold on, hold on,
Keep your eyes on the prize,
Hold on.
Freedom’s name is mighty sweet,
Black and white are gonna meet,
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on.
The only chain that man can stand
Is the chain of hand to hand,
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on.
We’re gonna board that big Greyhound
Carryin’ love from town to town.
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on.
Got my hand on the Gospel plow,
I wouldn’t take nothin’ for my journey now.
Keep your eyes on the prize, hold on.
Hold on, hold on,
Keep your eyes on the prize,
Hold on.
(Freedom song; traditional. Photo of local Civil Rights demonstration on East Franklin Steet; Hilliard Caldwell, second from front.)