text: Theres a river running sweat right through our land, through our land
  Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand, in his hand
  And Ive taken just as much as I can stand, I can stand
  Oh weve got to free our brothers from their shackles if we can, if we can
  Most nights I have to watch my woman cry, wont you cry
  Every day I watch the colonel smile, oh he smiles
  His painted ladies riding in from town, in from town
  Oh, I swear one day Im gonna burn that whorehouse to the ground, to the ground
  Slave, slave
  To face the violence we must be brave
  Hold on strong to the love God gave
  Slave, slave
  To face the violence we must be brave
  Hold on strong to the love God gave
  Slave
  Theres a rumor of a war thats yet to come, yet to come
  That may free our families free our and our sons, and our sons
  It can lay green lands to waste the barren wastes of the wastes
  Oh, the price of release is a bitter blow to face of the face
  Slave, slave
  To face the violence we must be brave
  Hold on strong to the love God gave
  Slave, slave
  To face the violence we must be brave
  Hold on strong to the love God gave
  Slave
  Slave, slave
  To face the violence we must be brave
  Hold on strong to the love God gave
  Slave, slave
  To face the violence we must be brave
  Hold on strong to the love God gave
  Slave
  Slave, slave
  To face the violence we must be brave
  Hold on strong to the love God gave
  Slave, slave
  To face the violence we must be brave
  Hold on strong to the love God gave
  Slave