Lyrics
I'm a slave to the south, it's a curse on this house
I feel bound to the Southern region, and it brings a negative impact to this home.
I've been dying to leave, but I just can't get out
Despite a strong desire to leave, I find it challenging to break free.
And I've always been drawn to one wooden shack
I'm attracted to a simple wooden shack.
And a man with the weight of the world on his back
There's a man burdened with the weight of the world that I'm drawn to.
I've got dust on my boots, I've got tears in my eyes
My boots are dusty, and there are tears in my eyes.
And I'll work in these fields for the rest of my life
I anticipate working in the fields for the rest of my life.
Like my father before me who worked every day
Similar to my father, who worked tirelessly, I'm committed to preserving this way of life.
And I'll be damned if I let someone take that from me
I won't allow anyone to take away what I've worked for.
Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
A life filled with wealth holds no value to me.
With a heart full of joy there that no one can see
I have a joyful heart that remains unseen by others.
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
Despite having a poor and hungry heart, I still yearn for freedom.
And somebody there who's still waiting for me
Someone is patiently waiting for me.
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
There's a place that becomes calm during rain, characterized by a blue sky and burnt cigarette.
With a sky that's as blue as the blood in my veins
The sky in this place is as blue as the blood in my veins.
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
A discarded cigarette rests on a window pane, depicting a relaxed atmosphere.
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state
Loud laughter and thunder are present in a slow-paced Southern state.
I've been raising my hands, I've been praying for rain
I've been praying for rain, raising my hands, but it hasn't come.
Well I screamed at the skies but them drops never came
Despite shouting at the skies, the raindrops have not fallen.
Well with sun on my face and god on my side
With the sun on my face and God on my side, uncertainty surrounds the success of my crops.
Who will I blame if those crops they don't rise
If the crops fail, I question whom to blame.
Well I always hoped life wouldn't end up like this
I had hoped life wouldn't lead to this situation.
With a well that's gone dry and a cross in my fist
A well has run dry, and I hold a cross in my fist.
Well if my hair has gone gray and them rains still ain't came
If my hair turns gray and the rains still haven't come, I'm prepared to wade in the river.
Well then well wade in that river, let it take us away
We'll let the river take us away in that scenario.
Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
Wealth means nothing to me; joy resides in an unseen heart.
With a heart full of joy there that no one can see
[Repeated] With a heart full of joy that no one can see.
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
[Repeated] A poor hungry heart still desires freedom.
And somebody there who's still waiting for me
[Repeated] Someone is patiently waiting for me.
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
[Repeated] There's a place that becomes calm during rain, characterized by a blue sky and burnt cigarette.
With a sky that's as blue as the blood in my veins
[Repeated] The sky in this place is as blue as the blood in my veins.
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
[Repeated] A discarded cigarette rests on a window pane, depicting a relaxed atmosphere.
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state
[Repeated] Loud laughter and thunder are present in a slow-paced Southern state.
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