Don’t have to cry anymore,
Don’t have to worry about what’s in store,
Walk that road exhausted and poor,
Oh, I don’t have to cry anymore.
Don’t have to know it all,
Don’t have to be so proud, stand so tall,
Climb that mountain only to fall,
Oh, I don’t have to know it all.
You did that for me,
Yeah, you did that for me,
You wore the chains so I could be free, yeah,
You did that for me.
Don’t have to be ashamed,
Don’t have to hang my head, shoulder the blame,
Wondering if my life’s been in vain,
Oh, I don’t have to be ashamed.
You did that for me,
Hey, you did that for me,
You wore the chains so I could be free, yeah,
You did that for me.
Man of sorrows, well-acquainted with grief,
Dragged to the city dump, spread-eagle on a cross beam,
Propped up like a scarecrow and nailed like a thief,
There for all the world to see.
You did that for me,
Yeah, you did that for me,
Oh, you wore the chains so I could be free, yeah,
You did that for me,
Oh, you did that for me,
Ooh, oh.
