There's a river running sweat right through our land
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Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand
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And I've taken just as much as I can stand
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Oh we've got to free our brothers from their shackles if we can
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Most nights I have to watch my woman cry
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Every day I watch the colonel smile
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His painted ladies riding in from town
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I swear one day I'm gonna burn that whore house to the ground
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Slave, slave
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To fight the violence we must be brave
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Hold on strong to the love God gave
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Slave
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There's a rumor of a war that's yet to come
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That may free our families and our sons
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It may lay green lands to barren wastes
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The price of release is a bitter blow to face
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Slave
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Elton John |