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