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
Woke up this morning shackled and drawn...
Pick up the rock, son, carry it on
What's a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong
Woke up this morning shackled and drawn...
... Gambling man rolls the dice, working man pays the bill
It's still fat and easy up on banker's hillUp 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
Trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
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