There's a river running sweat right through our land

Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand

And I've taken just as much as I can stand

Oh we've got to free our brothers from their shackles if we can



Most nights I have to watch my woman cry

Every day I watch the colonel smile

His painted ladies riding in from town

I swear one day I'm gonna burn that whore house to the ground



Slave, slave

To fight the violence we must be brave

Hold on strong to the love God gave

Slave



There's a rumour of a war that's yet to come

That may free our families and our sons

It may lay green lands to barren wastes

The price of release is a bitter blow to face