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've 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 to waste, all to 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