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 rumour 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
