Work (will Make You Free)

Four 'clock on a cold, wet winter morning

Tires screech to a halt

Footsteps pound up the stairs

Tthe door flies off it's hinges and it's your turn

Don't pack much, you won't need it

Hurry up now you'll miss your train.

Work will make you free, work will make you free

I was sitting there minding my own damn business

When a hammer on the door got me on my feet

There were men out in the landing, there were men out on the stairs

There men winding down into the street

They had on brown shirts, brown ties, black boots

Overside the leader stepped on up to me

He said I got a piece of paper here with your name on it

From the highest of authority

And he said work will make you free, work will make you free

Well I'm stuck out in a box car

Stranded out in nowhere, feels like I can hardly breathe

Well it's the middle of the winter and they gave me these pajamas

But I think I'm just about to freeze

They didn't give it any time I didn't get to pack up what was mine

Didn't tell nobody where I'd be, but your guess is as good as mine, but I bet

We're going where the sign says - work will make you free

They said work will make you free, work will make you free

Work, work will make you free

Work, work will make you free

They said work will make you free, work will make you free

Work, work will make you free

Work, work will make you free

And I said, will I ever play the violin again

And they said, yes you can still do that

A little night music out in the snow

Makes the hours go and go and go

And work will make you free

Are you ready girls?

Work, work will make you free

Work, work will make you free

Work, work will make you free

Work, work will make you free

They said work will make you free, work will make you free

Work, work will make you free

Work, work will make you free

If I didn't know where I was before, at least I know now...