There's a river running sweat right through our land, through our land
Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand, in his hand
And I've taken just as much as I can stand, I can stand
Oh we've got to free our brothers from their shackles if we can, if we can
Most nights I have to watch my woman cry, oh she cries
Every day I watch the colonel smile, oh he smiles
His painted ladies riding in from town, in from town
I swear one day I'm gonna burn that whore house to the ground, to the ground
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Slave, slave
To fight the violence we must be brave
Hold on strong to the love God gave
Slave
There's a rumour of a war that's yet to come, yet to come
That may free our families, free our families and our sons, and our sons
It may lay green lands to barren wastes, all the waste, all the waste
The price of release is a bitter blow to face, oh to face
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