Where the years have gone, I got years to go Working for the man to pay the debt I owe Well, the time may pass but the truth will stand When the good Lord shakes this calloused hand You can call my name It's time to go But I'll never be free till it's chiseled in stone.
Ain't no man gonna carry my load I gotta be a man and do it on my own The devil's in my path and the hound's on my heel You have to walk in my shoes just to know how I feel The devil's calling my name He's the one who knows That I'll never be free till it's chiseled in stone Chiseled in stone.
Well I keep on going though there's no way out Every stone in my path is a brick in my house A man's life is built all along the way By the things that he's done and the choices he's made Someday they'll call my name I'll have a place of my own But I'll never be free till it's chiseled in stone.
On the final day when the whistle blows I can rest my body, I can rest my soul I built my castle in the promised land It's made of rocks and stone and like the shifting sands When they mention my name after I'm long gone, Well, they'll know I'm free 'cause it's chiseled in stone Chiseled in stone