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Gray morning light spits through the shade
Another day older, closer to the grave
Closer to the grave and come dawn
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock son, carry it on
Im trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
I always loved the feel of sweat on my shirt
Stand black son and let a man work
Let a man work, is that so wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and . .(2X) Pick up...carry it on
Whats a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn.
Freedom sons a dirty shirt
The sun on my face and my shovel in the dirt
A shovel in the dirt keeps the devil gone
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn(2X).Pick up....carry it on.
Whats a poor boy to do but keep singing his song
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Gambling man rolls the dice, workingman pays the bill
Its still fat and easy up on bankers hill
Up on bankers hill, the partys going strong
Down here below were shackled and drawn
Shackled and..........,carry it on
Were trugging thorugh the dark in a world gone wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Shackled and drawn.....,carry it on
Whats a poor boy to do but keep singing his song
I woke up this morning.....
