Slave, slave, to fight the violence, we must be brave
And our sons
Hold on strong to the love God gave, slave
Hold on strong to the love God gave, slave
Oh, I swear one day I'm gonna burn the whore house to the ground
In from town
Oh, we've got to free our brothers from their shackles, yeah if we can
I can stand
That may free our families, free our families and our sons
Oh, the price of release is a bitter blow to face
In his hand
All to waste
And I've taken just as much as I can stand
Everyday I watch the colonel smile
Driven by a man with a bull whip in his hand
His painted ladies ridin' in from town
Most nights I have to watch my woman cry
Yet to come
There's a rumor of a war that's yet to come
It may lay green lands to barren waste, all to waste
To the ground
If we can
Oh, the face
Slave, slave, to fight the violence, we must be brave
Slave, 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
Oh, he smiles
Oh, she cries
