Turning the Wheel

Tell me about your trouble
Tell me about your pain
One thing I can guarantee
You're going through it someday again

I bet you have felt it
And I am sure that I did
The cold pistol muzzle
And the hot tip of the whip

That is how I feel
Like I'm turning the wheel
That is how I feel
Like I'm turning the wheel

We're singing old songs of sorrow
We're sowing the soil with tears
The slavemaster comes around
And he's laughing on our fears

As the cold night falls upon us
And the hungry wolfs are howling
We keep turning the slaves' wheel
Stepping over the bones of the fallen

Nobody said it was easy
Nobody ain't to blame
I'm sweating blood
Oh! Help me, Lord
Getting on my feet again