Brother, am I possessed?
Well, I must say yes
And so happy to be so
Brother, will I rest?
Well, till this weight lifts off of my chest
I guess I must say no
Not until I let my people go
Raise some hell

I have been known for possession
And now its coming out my eyes, my ears
My lungs, my loins, my blood and my fears
My soul don't know no spirit of fear

Let my people go

Get up with the ghost of freedom
Yeah, we'll rattle our chains and beat 'em
'Til the jailer finds himself
Out of job and out of his mind
Sugar, you should know
You got every key to every door
So let's let our people go
Raise some hell

I have been known for possession
And now its coming out my eyes, my ears
My lungs, my loins, my blood and my fears
My soul don't know no spirit of fear

Let my people go
Burn your candle low
In your cell so we know
Let my people go raise some hell

I have been known for possession