Great morning light splits through the chain Another day older and closer to the grave I'm closer to the grave and come the dawn I woke this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn Pick up the rock, son, and carry it on Trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong Woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Whoa! Alright, yeah!
I always love the feel of sweat on my shirt Stand back, son, and let a man work Let a man work, is that so wrong I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn Pick up the rock, son, and carry it on What's a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong Woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Freedom, son, is a dirty shirt The sun on my face and my shovel in the dirt The shovel in the dirt keeps the devil gone I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn Pick up the rock, son, and carry it on What's a poor boy to do but keep singing this song I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Whoa whoa whoa!
Whoa whoa whoa!
Whoa whoa whoa!
Gambling man rolls the dice, working man pays the bills It's still fat and easy up on banker's hill Up on banker's hill the party's going strong Down here below we're shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn Pick up the rock, son, and carry it on Trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong Woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn Pick up the rock, son, and carry it on What's a poor boy to do but keep singing this song I woke up this morning shackled and drawn Whoa!
Whoa whoa-whoa! Whoa whoa-whoa!
Whoa whoa-whoa! Whoa whoa-whoa! Whoa whoa-whoa!
(I want everybody to stand up) (I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight) (You know we got to pray together) (But I want everybody to stand up) (I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight)