The Sweat On My Brow Is the Burn In My Eyes
The man has got me doing time
I am being punished, but committed no time
There was no justice, I lost my rights
The sweat on my brow is the burn in my eyes
I dig the ditches in my orange coveralls
Better than spending all day in a cell, staring at the same walls
The day I was sentenced she told me goodbye
The sweat on my brow is the burn in my eyes
Breaking my back seven days a week
I am so beaten down, too tired to speak
I beg the good Lord take me away tonight
The sweat on my brow is the burn in my eyes
My shoulders ache, my feet are sore
How many more times will I be led through this door
I hunger for freedom, but the chains make me realize
The sweat on my brow is the burn in my eyes
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