Great morning light splits through the chain. Another day older and closer to the grave. I'm closer to the grave and come the dawn. I woke this morning shackled and drawn. Shackled and drawn shackled and drawn. Pick up the rock son and carry it on. Trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong. Woke up this morning shackled and drawn. Whoa!. Alright yeah!. I always love 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 and carry it on. What's a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong. Woke up this morning shackled and drawn. Freedom son is a dirty shirt. The sun on my face and my shovel in the dirt. The 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 and carry it on. What's a poor boy to do but keep singing this song. I woke up this morning shackled and drawn. Whoa whoa whoa!. Whoa whoa whoa!. Whoa whoa whoa!. Gambling man rolls the dice working man pays the bills. 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 and carry it on. Trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong. Woke up this morning shackled and drawn. Shackled and drawn shackled and drawn. Pick up the rock son and carry it on. What's a poor boy to do but keep singing this song. I woke up this morning shackled and drawn. Whoa!. Whoa whoa-whoa!. Whoa whoa-whoa!. Whoa whoa-whoa!. Whoa whoa-whoa!. Whoa whoa-whoa!. (I want everybody to stand up). (I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight). (You know we got to pray together). (But I want everybody to stand up). (I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight)