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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 trudgind 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 what`s a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong I woke up this morning shackled and drawn freedom son`s 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 Songtexteshackled and drawn,shackled and drawn pick up the rock son, carry it on what`s a poor boy to do but keep singing his 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`sgoing strong down here below we`re shackled and drawn shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn pick up the rock son, carry it on we`re 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 what`s a poor boyto do but keep singing his song I woke up this morning shackled and drawn (Dank an Christine für den Text) Aus Songtexte Mania