shackled and drawn

gray morning light spits through the shade

another day older

closer to the grave

closer to the grave and come the dawn

i woke up this morning shackled and drawn

shackled and drawn

shackled and drawn

pick up the rock son

carry it on

i'm 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 back son and let a man work

let a man work

is that so wrong

i woke up this morning shackled and drawn

shackled and drawn

shackled and drawn

pick up the rock son

carry it on

what's a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong

i woke up this morning shackled and drawn

freedom son's 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

shackled and drawn

pick up the rock son

carry it on

what's 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

it's still fat and easy up on banker's hill

up on banker's hill

the party's going strong

down here below we're shackled and drawn

shackled and drawn

shackled and drawn

pick up the rock son

carry it on

we're trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong

i woke up this morning shackled and drawn

shackled and drawn

shackled and drawn

pick up the rock son

carry it on

what's a poor boy to do but keep singing his song

i woke up this morning shackled and drawn