[ Featuring the Cooks ]
A blue song drifts down the river
A river flowin through our land
Keep workin', don't speak sad man
And don't ask for a helpin hand
You know what our country needs
To meet its destiny
It needs more blood & sweat my friend
And sir you're our chosen man
We need blood sweat and sorrow
Which dead black men bequeath
Wind blows o'er the river
The river runs through the fields
Work Sad man and don't forget
We Command and then ya kneel
The land needs blood and sweat
To bear its destiny
You have been chosen for this honor, sir
Aren't you proud as you can be
We need blood sweat and sorrow
Which dead sad men bequeath
Chant Sad man along the river
Your lament holds no dreams at all
Cryin' to forget your hunger
Work, floggings don't mean a thing
Toil away and keep on singin'
Your pain imparts eternal memory
Work ole fellow keep on singing
Your lament is part of history
We need blood sweat and sorrow
Which dead black men bequeath
We need blood sweat and sorrow
Which dead black men bequeath
Slave away, keep on singin
Your pain eternal memory
