Send him to the fields, send him to the wars

Send him on down to slave on the farms

Steal his land, rob his soul

Send him on down to dig that hole



Give him no hope, give him no trial

Put him in chains, break that smile

Pull that barge, tote that bale

Listen to him singin', hear him wail



You wouldn't do that to a whiteboy

You wouldn't do that to a whiteboy

You wouldn't do that to a whiteboy



Give him no peace, give him no rest

Teach him to believe your god is the best

Sail him away, to the promised land

Send him on down into his masters hand

Take his woman, take his child

Take him on down to the murder mile

Pull that barge, tote that bale

What's that song you hear him wail



Now you wonder why he's an angry man

Why there's fire in your father's land

And wonder now what tomorrow will bring

Will you hear him screamin', will you hear him sing.