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