text: 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
  Whats a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong?
  I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
  Freedoms, son, 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
  Whats a poor boy to do but keep singing this 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
  I’m 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
  Whats a poor boy to do but keep singing this song?
  I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
  I want everybody to stand up
  I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight
  You know we got to pray together
  I want you to stand up
  I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight