You won't need a dime to board in the master's house.
You won't need a dime to board in the master's house,
'cause he'll sell you a thousand for a hundred and tell you the rest is on loan,
'til you try to build a house of your own;
you owe every crossbeam and stone.
You won't need a dime.
You won't need a tool to work in the master's field
You won't need a tool to work in the master's field
'cause he'll tell you that works beneath you 'til your shirt's hanging off like a sheet.
Then suddenly the work of your hands
is just keeping out of well-laid plans.
You won't need a tool.
You won't need a sin to pray in the master's church.
You won't need a sin to pray in the master's church.
Every reason they give you to fall at their feet and be saved
for wars that their grandfathers waged.
How easily the heart of man is tamed.
You won't need a sin.
You won't need a guide to find the master's door
You won't need a guide to find the master's door
Cause everyone who's gone before you been pounding you down to the floor
While we were plotting his end
He bought all our land and moved in
You won't need a guide
'cause the master rules where the master divides