They tell me of a pie up in the sky,
Waiting for me when I die,
But between the day your born and when you die,
They never seem to hear even your cry

But as sure as the sun will shine
Gonna get my share of what's mine,
And then the harder they come, the harder they'll fall,
One and all.
The harder they come, the harder they'll fall,
One and all.

Well, the oppressors are tryin' to keep me down,
Tryin' to drive me under ground.
They think that they have got the battle won,
I say forgive them lord they know not what they done.

But I'll keep on fightin' for the things I want
Though I know that when your dead you can't
But I'd rather be a free man in my grave
Then livin' as a puppet or a slave.