There's a river running sweat right through our land,
Driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand
And I've taken just as much as I can stand
Oh, we've got to free our brothers from their
Shackles if we can

Most nights I have to watch my woman cry,
Every day I watch the colonel smile,
His painted ladies riding in from town
I swear one day I'm gonna burn that whore
House to the ground

Slave! Slave!
To fight the violence we must be brave,
Hold on strong
To the love God gave, slave

There's a rumor of a war that's yet to come
That may free our families and our sons,
It may lay green lands to barren wastes,
The price of release is a bitter blow to face

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Bernie Taupin, Elton John