Take this hammer, carry it to the Captain Take this hammer, carry it to the Captain Take this hammer, carry it to the Captain Tell him I’m gone, Tell him I’m gone If he ask you was I running... You can tell him I was flying, Lord, you can tell him I was flying If he ask you was I laughin’... You can tell him I was crying, Lord, you can tell him I was crying I don’t want no cold iron shackles... ‘Cause they hurts my feet Lord, ‘cause they hurts my feet I don’t want no cornbread and molasses... ‘Cause they hurts my pride Lord, ‘cause they hurts my pride Swing this hammer, it looks like silver... But it feels like lead Lord, it feels like lead