Wrecking ball lyrics: Shackled and drawn

I can see an old workhorse patiently trudging along. Or an old man with a solid work ethic handling a hard life the only way he knows to – by hard, honest work. He has never learned about working smarter instead of harder. And would probably despise the idea. He takes immense pride in his work and probably despises guys with soft hands and desk jobs (the bankers?) But if hard work does not solve all his problems, he is at a lose end, because that is the only way he knows.

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My favourite lines:

I always love the feel of sweat on my shirt
Stand back, son, and let a man work
Let a man work, is that so wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn

and

Trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong – pure poetry.

I do not really understand the very last lines about praying and counting – probably my frame of reference is just inadequate. A revival service maybe?

One
One
One, two, three, four

Great morning light splits through the chain
Another day older and closer to the grave
I’m closer to the grave and come the dawn
I woke this morning shackled and drawn

Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock, son, and carry it on
Trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong
Woke up this morning shackled and drawn

Whoa!
Alright, yeah!

I always love the feel of sweat on my shirt
Stand back, son, and let a man work
Let a man work, is that so wrong
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn

Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock, son, and carry it on
What’s a poor boy to do in a world gone wrong
Woke up this morning shackled and drawn

Freedom, son, is a dirty shirt
The sun on my face and my shovel in the dirt
The shovel in the dirt keeps the devil gone
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn

Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock, son, and carry it on
What’s a poor boy to do but keep singing this song
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn

Whoa whoa whoa!
Whoa whoa whoa!
Whoa whoa whoa!

Gambling man rolls the dice, working man pays the bills
It’s still fat and easy up on bankers hill
Up on bankers hill the party’s going strong
Down here below we’re shackled and drawn

Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock, son, and carry it on
Trudging through the dark in a world gone wrong
Woke up this morning shackled and drawn

Shackled and drawn, shackled and drawn
Pick up the rock, son, and carry it on
What’s a poor boy to do but keep singing this song
I woke up this morning shackled and drawn
Whoa!

Whoa whoa-whoa!
Whoa whoa-whoa!

Whoa whoa-whoa!
Whoa whoa-whoa!
Whoa whoa-whoa!

(I want everybody to stand up)
(I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight)
(You know we got to pray together)
(But I want everybody to stand up)
(I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight)

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