Come on, Coalhouse. It doesn't matter.
We'll see justice, Sarah
And plenty of men who will stand up and give us our due
Well, you can't sign another complaint, Mr. Walker. The volunteer firemen are not municipal employees and therefore do not come under the jurisdiction of the city. I'm sorry.
I'm still tracing your first complaint, Mr. Walker. Are you sure you filed it with this office? Oh! Let me look again!
Justice, Sarah
This is America
I'm ashamed that our community is represented in his mind by that bunch of toughs.
Let me talk to my lawyer.
That's all it will be, talk! Talk! TALK!
The law, the law, the law's been broken
Why should I turn the other cheek
What about justice?
The bureaucrats and bunglers
The attornies who smile
My advice? Recover your car and forget the whole matter!
The clerks and the officials and the forms that were filed
This to get a place on the court calendar, this for change of venue.
So many roads to justice around the bend
I want justice for our people, so bad I can taste it! But I won't waste my time on a mere case of vandalism when I have real injustices to take to the courts!
And every road a new dead end
I will not move from where I'm standing
Til what's mine is restored to me
I'm not some fool, I'm not their nigger
I will have what's fairly owed me
And til then I will not marry
We understand Mr. Walker's outrage. We share it, all decent people do!
He said "Wheels are turning for us, girl"
But I'm sure there's some way to settle this affair without calling off the wedding.
He said "Times are starting to roll"
To be so close to the happiness you both deserve and have it come to this!
Well I know he'll get where he wants to, 'cause he's got that fire in his soul
Said, "There's justice, Sarah, and plenty of men who will stand up and give us our due"
Well, you'll have your due, Coalhouse
Yes, you'll have your due
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