Send him to the fields, send him to the wars Send him on down to slave on the farms Steal his land, rob his soul Send him on down to dig that hole
Give him no hope, give him no trial Put him in chains, break that smile Pull that barge, tote that bale Listen to him singin, hear him wail
You wouldnt do that to a whiteboy You wouldnt do that to a whiteboy You wouldnt do that to a whiteboy
Give him no peace, give him no rest Teach him to believe your God is the best Sail him away, to the promised land Send him on down into his masters hand Take his woman, take his child Take him on down to the murder mile Pull that barge, tote that bale Whats that song you hear him wail
Now you wonder why hes an angry man Why theres fire in your fathers land And wonder now what tomorrow will bring Will you hear him screamin, will you hear him sing.