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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bruce Springsteen
Guitar
Ron Aniello
Guitar
Matt Chamberlain
Drums
Charlie Giordano
Accordion
Clif Norrell
Background Vocals
Curt Ramm
Cornet
Clark Gayton
Trombone
Stan Harrison
Tenor Saxophone
Ed Manion
Baritone Saxophone
Art Baron
Penny Whistle
Soozie Tyrell
Violin
Patti Scialfa
Background Vocals
Lisa Lowell
Background Vocals
Cindy Mizelle
Background Vocals
Ross Petersen
Background Vocals
Rob Lebret
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bruce Springsteen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bruce Springsteen
Producer
Ron Aniello
Producer
Clif Norrell
Engineer
Ross Petersen
Engineer
Rob Lebret
Engineer
Jon Landau
Executive Producer
Toby Scott
Engineer
Bob Clearmountain
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
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!
(I want everybody to stand up)
(I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight)
(You know we got to pray together)
(I want you to stand up)
(I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight)
Writer(s): Bruce Springsteen
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