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 whore 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