There's a river running sweat right through our land
Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand
And I've taken just as much as I can stand

Oh we've got to free our brothers from their shackles if we can

Most nights I have to watch my woman cry

Every day I watch the colonel smile
His painted ladies riding in from town
I swear one day I'm gonna burn that !@^% house to the ground


Slave, slave
To fight the violence we must be brave

Hold on strong to the love God gave
Slave


There's a rumor of a war that's yet to come
That may free our families and our sons
It may lay green lands to barren wastes

The price of release is a bitter blow to face