Master's House - Josh Tillman

You won’t need a dime to board in the master’s house

You won’t need a dime to board in the master’s house

'Cause he’ll sell you a thousand for a hundred and tell you the rest is on loan

'Til you try to build a house of your own;

You owe every crossbeam and stone

You won’t need a dime

You won’t need a tool to work in the master’s field

You won’t need a tool to work in the master’s field

'Cause he’ll tell you that works beneath you 'til your shirt’s hanging off like

a sheet

Then suddenly the work of your hands

Is just keeping out of well-laid plans

You won’t need a tool

You won’t need a sin to pray in the master’s church

You won’t need a sin to pray in the master’s church

Every reason they give you to fall at their feet and be saved

For wars that their grandfathers waged

How easily the heart of man is tamed

You won’t need a sin

You won’t need a guide to find the master’s door

You won’t need a guide to find the master’s door

Cause everyone who’s gone before you been pounding you down to the floor

While we were plotting his end

He bought all our land and moved in

You won’t need a guide

'Cause the master rules where the master divides