Hear the sledges with the bells. Silver bells. What a world of merriment. Their melody foretells. . How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle. In the icy air of night.
This is the ballad of Alferd Packer. An infamous guy to the old west. . In the state of Colorado in the year of seventy-four. They crossed the San Juan Mountains growing hungry to the core.
Oh, you tell me that your last good dollar is gone. And you say that your pockets are bare. And you tell me that your clothes are tattered and torn. And nobody seems to care.
If you say all the good times are gone. If you say this rain will keep rainin' on. I'll walk along with my head held high. I'll find a song and I'll sing it to the sky.
It was a used car dealer's election. And the choice was rather small. The boys agreed, "It's the war we need. So there's no president at all". . Here's to Nixon and Agnew.
Who's that coming down the road. A sailor from the sea. He looks a lot like me. I'd know him anywhere, had to stare. . Feathers at his fingertips. A halo 'round his spine.
Sailing over to Vietnam. Southeast Asian Birmingham. Well training is the word we use. Nice word to have in case we lose. Training a million Vietnamese.
It was just a little while ago, I glued my ears to the radio. The announcer was sayin' we'd better beware. A crisis was hanging, a wave up in the air.
Walkin' down to Birmingham. Way down south in Dixie Land. Oh, I thought that I would stop awhile. Take a vacation southern style. . Got some southern hospitality.
Oh, say do you remember 25 years ago,. They fought the fascist army, they fought the fascist foe?. Do you remember franco, hitler's old ally?. He butchered spain's democracy,half a million free men died..
Way high, so high travelin' fast and free. Spaceman, look down tell me what you see. Can you see the hunger there strike without a sound?. Can you see the food you burn as you circle round?.
The wild geese are dancing in the ripples of the morn. My wanderlust is born. I've got to follow them wherever they may lead. For I am just a sailor on a ship across the land.
And the crabs are crazy, they scuttle back and forth. The sand is burning. And the fish take flight and scatter from the sight. Their courses turning.
Have you seen the rivers of the blood?. First a trickle, then a flood --. First the ocean's pounding roar,. Then a tidal wave hits upon the shore.. Knives and arrows fell like rain,.
In a building of gold, with riches untold. Lived the families on which the country was founded. And the merchants of style, with their red velvet smiles.
Remember me. . Oh, I am the unknown soldier who died in World War II. I didn't want to fight, it was the only thing to do. I was the victim of a world that went insane.
The days grow longer for smaller prizes. I feel a stranger to all surprises. You can have them I don't want them. I wear a different kind of garment. In my rehearsals for retirement.
Pre>e. I can see him coming. . He's walking down the highway. . With his big boots on. . And his big thumb out. A. He wants to get me. . He wants to hurt me.
And the ship sets the sail. They've lived the tale. To carry to the shore. Straining at the oars. Or staring from the rail. . And the sea bids farewell.
Oh, look outside the window. There's a woman being grabbed. They've dragged her to the bushes. And now she's being stabbed. . Maybe we should call the cops.