One
One
One two three four
Great morning light splits through the shade
Another day older and closer to the grave
I'm closer to the grave and come the dawn
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock son and carry it on
Trudging through the dark
in a world gone wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Whoa
Alright yeah
I always love the feel of sweat on my shirt
Stand back son and let a man work
Let a man work is that so wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock son and carry it on
What's a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong
Woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Freedom son is a dirty shirt
The sun on my face and my shovel in the dirt
The shovel in the dirt keeps the devil gone
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock son and carry it on
What's a poor boy to do
but keep singing this song
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Gambling man rolls the dice
working man pays the bills
It's still fat and easy up on bankers hill
Up on bankers hill the party's going strong
Down here below we're shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock son and carry it on
Trudging through the dark
in a world gone wrong
Woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock son and carry it on
What's a poor boy to do
but keep singing this song
I woke up this mornin
shackled and drawn
Whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
Whoa whoa whoa
I want everybody to stand up
I want everybody to stand up
and be counted tonight
You know we got to pray together
But I want everybody to stand up
I want everybody to stand up
and be counted tonight