Verse 1 (Call): With hands of labor, the railroads grow, They build, they toil, but nothing to show. Sentenced for life, for crops and trade, Response: The land they till, yet none gets paid. Verse 2 (Call): From the court, their fate was sealed, The chains were tight, no wounds could heal. A law for profit, none for man, The trust was lost, it slips like sand. Verse 3 (Call): The rains would fall, the wages rise, But prisons filled under darkened skies. Short-term gains for rulers far, And long-term pain left a deep, deep scar. Chorus (Refrain): Oh, prison walls, they built so high, With labor strong, beneath the sky. But trust was lost, it fades away, As the people wait for a brighter day.
