Summer sun beats down
On Virginia's cotton fields
Strong hands work the strong black earth
To the call of the chickadee
A tall man rides with shiny boots
On a horse named Robert E. Lee
Now whip will crack and tear men's backs
And ankle chains will gleam
He said eagles fly and rabbits run
And fire leaps from tree to tree
You may think you belong to you
But you belong to me
You belong to me
You belong to me
Yeah you belong to me
Shiny boots cut 'cross the wet grass
Door hinge creaks 'bout quarter to three
Slave quarters are still and silent
Strong hand covers her mouth as she sleeps
She holds her breath and prays that death
Will lift her from this dream
In the next room her young children are cryin'
When they hear that muffled scream
He said eagles fly and rabbits run
And fire leaps from tree to tree
You may think you belong to you
But you belong to me
You belong to me
You belong to me
Yeah you belong to me
Fire lept behind the stranger
As he stood upon the porch
In his right hand he held a shotgun
In his other hand a torch
Master's shot went wide
Nat Turner stood him on his knees
The plantation burned around them
Master cursed and whispered, "Please"
Nat threw the torch aside
So his other hand was free
He cocked back the hammer
The fire lept from tree to tree
He said eagles fly and rabbits run
And fire leaps as you can see
You may think you belong to you
But you belong to me
You belong to me
You belong to me
Yeah you belong to me
