Gray morning light spits through the shade
Another day older, closer to the grave
Closer to the grave and come dawn
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock son, carry it on
I?m trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
I always loved the feel of sweat on my shirt
Stand black son and let a man work
Let a man work, is that so wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and . .(2X) Pick up...carry it on
What?s a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn.
Freedom son?s a dirty shirt
The sun on my face and my shovel in the dirt
A shovel in the dirt keeps the devil gone
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn(2X).Pick up....carry it on.
What?s a poor boy to do but keep singing his song
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Gambling man rolls the dice, workingman pays the bill
It?s still fat and easy up on banker?s hill
Up on banker?s hill, the party?s going strong
Down here below we?re shackled and drawn
Shackled and..........,carry it on
We?re trugging thorugh the dark in a world gone wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn.....,carry it on
What?s a poor boy to do but keep singing his song
I woke up this morning.....
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