Lyrics to Shackled And Down
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 trudgind 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`sgoing 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 boyto do but keep singing his song
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
(Dank an Christine für den Text)
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 trudgind 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`sgoing 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 boyto do but keep singing his song
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
(Dank an Christine für den Text)
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