There's a river running sweat right through our land, through our land
Driven by a man with a bull whip in his hand, in his hand
And I've taken just as much as I can stand, I can stand
Oh, we've got to free our brothers
From their shackles if we can, if we can
Most nights I have to watch my woman cry, oh, she cries
Every day I watch the colonel smile, oh, he smiles
His painted ladies riding in from town, in the town
Oh, I swear one day I'm gonna burn
That whore house to the ground, to the ground
Slave, slave
To face the violence we must be brave
Hold on strong to the love God gave
Slave, slave
To face the violence we must be brave
Hold on strong to the love God gave
There's a rumor of a war that's yet to come, yet to come
That may free our families
Free our families and our sons, and our sons
It can lay green lands to wastes of barren, waste of a waste
Oh, the price of release is a bitter blow to face, that of face
Slave, slave
To face the violence we must be brave
Hold on strong to the love God gave
Slave, slave
To face the violence we must be brave
Hold on strong to the love God gave
Slave, slave
To face the violence we must be brave
Hold on strong to the love God gave
Slave, slave
To face the violence we must be brave
Hold on strong to the love God gave
Slave, slave
To face the violence we must be brave
Hold on strong to the love God gave
Slave, slave
To face the violence we must be brave
Hold on strong to the love God gave