Texty: Black Crowes. The Southern Harmony and Musical Companion. No Speak No Slave.

Rooster crows at the break of dawn
A mother dies without her only son
A doctor laughs in the face of disease
I never once heard a preacher say, "Please"

And you wanna be heard, hey
But none of us understand a word
No, no, no, no, no

And you wanna be free
Yes, you do now
But don't speak like a slave to me

Policemen who break the law
Politicians they rise and fall
A baby cryin' for its mother's milk, yeah
A daddy's secret, a hidden guilt, hoo

But you wanna be heard
But none of us understand a word
No, no, no

And you wanna be free
Yes, you do now
Because you're speakin' like a slave to me, yeah

Ooo, ya see you know what you're thinkin'

Aah
And a, you, you wanna be heard
Yes you do now, uhh
But none of us ever, ever understand a word
No, no, no, no

And you, you wanna be free
Yes, you do now
But don't you speak like a slave to me, yeah

And you who desired to be heard, well
But none of us ever, ever understand a word
No, no, no, no, no, no

You, you wanna be free, hey
But [Incomprehensible] don't you speak like a slave to me

Aah
Now, now, now, now, now
Aah, uh uh, ah ah, oo oo