1. Great morning light splits through the chain, Another day older and closer to the grave

2. I always love the feel of sweat on my shirt Stand back, son, and let a man work

1. I'm closer to the grave and come the dawn, I woke up this morning shackled and drawn

2. 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

1. Trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong, Woke up this morning shackled and drawn

2. What's a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong Woke up this morning shackled and drawn

3. Freedom, son, is a dirty shirt, The sun on my face and my shovel in the dirt

4. Gambling man rolls the dice, working man pays the bills It's still fat and easy up on bankers hill

3. The shovel in the dirt keeps the devil gone, I woke up this morning shackled and drawn

4. Up on bankers 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

3. What's a poor boy to do but keep singing this song, I woke up this morning shackled and drawn

4. Trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong Woke up this morning shackled and drawn