Believe to my soul that I gotta be free
All that sweat be drippin' down off your back
'Cause he's got no one back home
There's only one way that it's every gonna be
That there's gonna be a fight
This place is gonna be the death of me
Old Squeezer Walker just fell out on the ground
The old cat down the way
There's only one way that it's every gonna be
And they're draggin' his body away
Oh, babe, mama, get me out of here
They put you in a cell and let the bulldogs out
Everybody's singin' a workin' man's song
The meanest dudes in sight
Old Razor Face and Willie Black
Can't stand no more
Well he's singin' out the blues
But only one's gonna walk out alive
The boss man's whip is all he's got to give
Well, now, yes I'd better be
I just can't stand no more
Oh, baby, mama, get me out of here
Believe to my soul that I gotta be free
That's when the angels come and take me away
Well, there's talk around camp
And late at night in the twilight of the South
The water boy slowly works his way around
Hopin' they don't have to feel the whip on their bone
One's got a razor and the other's got a knife
Next day comes they send you back out on the track
That's when the angels come and take me away
A bucket full of swamp water weighin' him down
Down it track is a bad way to live
This place is gonna be the death of me
Oh, my, my, my
Oh, somebody sighed
