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 rumor 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