Black and Blue

Oh, looka here

You work me so hard that my back's near broke (we're groanin')
My brow was wet and my throat's a choke (we're groanin')
You sent me here for ten long years (we're groanin')
I miss my whisky, I miss my beer (we're groanin')

And I ain't seen a gal since I don't know when (we're groanin')
And the way you treat me, won't see one again (we're groanin')
You broke my head 'cause I spat on a guard (we're groanin')
It don't make me no better, just makes me harder (we're groanin')

Your water stinks 'cause it comes from a bog (we're groanin')
And the slop that you feed me ain't fit for a dog (we're groanin')
Ah, well, you can tease me and try to break me, still I spit on you
You'll never break my spirit even when my body's black and blue

Well, in my arm there's a dreadful pain (we're groanin')
And it's hard diggin' ditches with a ball and chain (we're groanin')
And you sent me here for ten long years (we're groanin')
And I miss my whisky, and I miss my beer (we're groanin')

You broke my head 'cause I spat on a guard (we're groanin')
It don't make me no better, it just makes me hard (we're groanin')
Ah, well, you can tease me and try to break me, and I'll spit on you
You'll never break my spirit even when my body's black and blue, yeah

Even when my body's black and blue
Black and blue
Yeah, black and blue
Black and blue
Black and blue
You know I'll be black, black, black, black
Black, black, black, black and blue



Credits
Writer(s): John Bradley Houser, Kenneth Neil Withrow, Edie Arlisa Brickell, Matthew Chamberlain, John Walter Bush, Wesley C. Martin
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