Justice

We'll see justice, Sarah
And plenty of men
Who will stand up and give us our due!

Well, you can sign another complaint, Mr
Walker, but 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. Let me look again.

Justice, Sarah
This is America
I am 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's the law
The law's been broken
Why should I turn the other cheek?
What about justice!

The bureaucrats and bunglers
The attorneys who smiled
My advice is recover your car and forget the whole matter
The clerks and the officials
And the forms that were filed
This is 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
Till 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 till 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.