Elton John Bernie Taupin
There's a river running sweat right through our land,
driven by a man with a bullwhip in his hand
and I've taken just as much as I can stand.
Oh, we've got to free our brothers from their shackles if we can.
Most nights I have to watch my woman cry,
every day I watch the colonel smile,
his painted ladies riding in from town
I swear one day I'm gonna burn that whore house to the ground.
To fight the violence we must be brave,
hold on strong
to the love God gave, slave.
There's a rumour of a war that's yet to come
that may free our families and our sons,
It may lay green lands to barren wastes,
the price of release is a bitter blow to face.