My Slave - The Frogs

When your work is over

I will let you play

But 'til your work is over

This railroad’s in the way

You must bail some hay

My slave

There’s some sweat upon your brow

Wipe it off

Smilin’s not allowed

Wipe it off

When your back is broken

I will let you play

But 'til your back is broken

There’s cotton to be picked

I said right away

My slave

There’s some blood upon your cheek

Wipe it off

You are starting to reek

Wipe it off

My slave, my slave, my slave

My slaves