| Ev’rytime I hear the crack of a whip
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| My blood runs cold
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| I remember on the slave ship
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| How they brutalize the very souls
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| Today they say that we are free
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| Only to be chained in poverty
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| Good God, I think it’s illiteracy;
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| It’s only a machine that makes money
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| Slave driver, the table is turn, y’all. |
| Ooh-ooh-oo-ooh
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| Slave driver, uh! |
| The table is turn, baby, now; |
| (catch a fire)
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| Catch a fire, so you can get burn, baby, now. |
| (catch a fire)
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| Slave driver, the table is turn, y’all; |
| (catch a fire)
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| Catch a fire: so you can get burn, now. |
| (catch a fire)
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| Ev’rytime I hear the crack of a whip
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| My blood runs cold
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| I remember on the slave ship
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| How they brutalize the very soul
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| O God, have mercy on our souls!
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| Oh, slave driver, the table is turn, y’all; |
| (catch a fire)
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| Catch a fire, so you can get burn. |
| (catch a fire)
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| Slave driver, the table is turn, y’all; |
| (catch a fire)
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| Catch a fire … |