Slave

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 got to free our brothers from their shackles, yeah, 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

Oh, I swear, one day, I'm gonna burn the whorehouse to the ground, 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, yet to come

That may free our families, free our families and our sons, and our sons

It may lay green lands to barren waste, all the waste, all the waste

Oh, the price of release is a bitter blow to face, oh, to face

Slave, slave

To fight the violence, we must be brave

Hold on strong to the love God gave

Slave

Slave, oh, slave

To fight the violence, we must be brave

Hold on strong to the love God gave

Slave, slave

To fight the violence, we must be brave

Hold on strong to the love God gave

Slave