Show me the prison. show me the jail. show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale. and I'll show you, young man,. with so many reasons why,. there but for fortune go you or I..
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night,. alive as you and me.. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead". "I never died" said he,. "I never died" said he..
Hup, two, three, four, marching down the street. Rollin' of the drums and the tramping of the feet. General salutes and the mothers wave and weep. Here comes the big parade.
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I found him by the stage last night, he was breathing his last breath.. A bottle of gin and a cigarette was all what he had left.. Well, I know that you make music 'cause you carry a guitar,.
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night. Alive as you and me. Says I, 'But Joe, you're ten years dead'. 'I never died', says he. 'I never died', says he..
Found him by the stage last night. He was breathing his last breath. A bottle of gin and a cigarette. Was all that he had left. I can see you making music.
Drinks are done, daylight's come. It's morning. Crowd's moved on, everybody's gone. It's morning. . Sun's arising on the wet horizon. Another day is here.
DRAFT DODGER RAG. (Phil Ochs). I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town. I believe in God and Senator Todd and keeping old Castro down.
The weary world is waiting. For ambition to be played. Now young and not afraid. I've got a challenge. Every Challenge that I know. . For I am just a sailor.
Over the ashes of blood marched the civilized soldiers. Over the ruins of the French fortress of a failure. Over the silent screams of the dead and the dying.
In the state of Mississippi many years ago. A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law. He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime. And the blood upon his jacket, left a brand upon his mind.
Show me a prison, show me a jail. Show me a prisoner, man, whose face is growin' pale. And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why. And there but for fortune, may go you or I.
Silent soldiers on a silver screen. Framed in fantasies and dragged in dream. Unpaid actors of the mystery. The mad director knows that freedom will not make you free.
In Portsmouth town. On the eastern shore. Where many a fine ship was born. . The Thresher was built. And the Thresher was launched. And the crew of the Thresher was sworn.
Finger pick the verses, strum chorus. Sailors climb the tree, up the terrible tree. Where are my shipmates have they sunk beneath the sea?. I do not know much, but I know this cannot be.
I've seen rivers red with blood. I've seen valleys filled with mud. I've seen stormy seas that pound upon the shore. I've seen mountains strewn with bones.
The fire-breathing rebels arrive at the party early. Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur. Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the Lords.
From the flat plains of Ohio we drifted out one day. For the southern part of a journey. Underneath the bridge, the Ohio River sang. As we headed for the hills of West Virginia.
Pre>d g d. Lost in the valley of vaults/dolls/oz(? ). G d g d. Fell from the path, it was nobody's fault. Bm a. That I was alone.. D g d. Time dripped from the trees.