A Toast To Those Who Are Gone » ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ [+ ಸೇರಿಸು +] |
1. _ I'm Tired
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Sometime's i feel that the world isn't mine
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It feeds on my hunger and tears on my time
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And i'm tired,
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Yes, i'm tired
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Every face on the street is as cold the air
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As hard as the pavement moves 'neath my feet
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And i'm tired,
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Yes, i'm tired
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Sometimes i stop and ask to myself
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Oh why should i be so alone
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It comes and it goes
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And nobody knows
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For they're blind with a pain all their own
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So i start out again with a smile on my face
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To hide all the empty and search for a friend
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And i'm tired
C#m
Yes, i'm tired
C#m b
Sometimes i stop and ask to myself
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Oh why should i be so alone
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It comes and it goes
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And nobody knows
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For they're blind with a pain all their own
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So i start out again with a smile on my face
C#m f b
To hide all the empty and search for a friend
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And i'm tired
C#m
Yes, i'm tired
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And i'm tired
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Yes, i'm tired
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2. _ Colored Town
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Just across the railroad tracks
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On the far side of the town
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All the people there are black
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And they live in colored town
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Colored town
Speeding cars down the highway run
They never stop to look around
One place that the highway shuns
And that place is colored town
Colored town
On the sidewalk children play
In the gutters watch them clown
White world is so far away
So far away from colored town
Colored town
The owners of the local stores
Owners of the local ground
They're walking on a finer floor
Skin's too white for colored town
Colored town
In the early of the day
For the white homes they are bound
As a janitor, as a maid
They leave their place in colored town
Colored town
Come the evening, come the wine
Come the dancing music sound
Liquor knows no color line
Not even down in colored town
Colored town
A prison with no prison guards
Where no padlocks can be found
A jail without cells and bars
But you'll never escape from colored town
Colored town
Come let's open all the doors
From birmingham to harlem's ground
From jackson to chicago's shores
Let's take a look at colored town
Colored town
Come take a look at colored town
Colored town
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3. _ Song Of My Returning
The wild geese are dancing in the ripples of the morn
My wanderlust is formed
I've got to follow them wherever they may lead
For i am just a sailor on a ship across the land
Let me hold your hand
To bid farewell so i can knuckle to my knees
But i'll be back again no matter where i go
For it's only love that frees the fire for burning
Then i'll take you in my arms and tell you all i know
As i sing the early song of my returning
The weary world is waiting for ambition to be played
Now young and not afraid
I've got to challenge every chalice that i know
My eager ears are listening for the singing of the sign
Deeper are the lines
Upon the face that finds reflections in the road
Yes, i'll be back again no matter where i go
For it's only love that frees the fire for burning
Then i'll take you in my arms and tell you all i know
As i sing the changing song of my returning
My drifting days prepare me to do battle with the night
A phantom of the fight
I've got conquer all the courage of my fears
The answer lies in limbo(?) and the harvest will be hard
But sacred are the scars
That leave their mark on the fast disolving years
Yes, i'll be back again no matter where i go
For it's only love that frees the fire for burning
Then i'll take you in my arms and tell you all i know
As i sing the growing song of my returning
Time must have her victory
It's that i've always known
But i won or lost alone
And when a voice calls out "there's someone you must meet"
With every strength remaining
I will suffer one more scene
I'll gather all my dreams
And with my final breath
I'll lay them at your feet.
Yes, i'll be back again no matter where i go
For it's only love that frees the fire for burning
Then i'll take you in my arms and tell you all i know
As i sing the final song of my returning
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4. _ City Boy
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I'm just a city boy
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Born and bred
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It's a city life i've led
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My pasture was a street
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I've never climbed a tree
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But that's all right with me
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'cause i'm a city boy
I'm just a city boy
Born and raised
From these rooftops i have gazed
Where the grass was made of steel
I've never plowed a field
Until the pavement starts to peel
I'll be a city boy
I'm just a city boy
Born and grown
That's all i've ever known
Where the lights would greet the dawn
There's a factory for a farm
Sure the city has its charm
When you're a city boy /pre>
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5. _ The Trial
Outside the cats are scratching
Inside the doors are latching
On the room, the greedy gloom
The trial is revealed
Police are six feet deep
With switchblades in their teeth
So no one leaves and they all believe
This is absolutely real
Yes, it's real
And the sergeant says, "are you ready, boys?
Get ready, boys
Aim...
And fire...
Order in the court
People ready for the sport
They squirm and squeak and lick their beaks
And grease their feathers down
Everybody rise
Judge is here with bathroom eyes
A grizzly bear, he hugs his chair
And the greedy gavel pounds
Yes, it pounds
And the sergeant says, "are you ready, boys?
Get ready, boys
Aim...
And fire...
In the dungeon s(?) falls
Writing appeals upon the wall
And the priest in prayers is not even there
So precious is his time
To the stake he's tied
The swallows sing the triggers slide
He bids goodbye to the wattery sky that plunges from his mind
From his mind
And the sergeant says, "are you ready, boys?
Get ready, boys
Aim...
And fire...
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6. _ A.m.a. Song
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We are the nation's physicians
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Yes, we give to our lobbies every day
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We will fight against disease when the money comes with ease
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And when we get together we say
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Hooray for a.m.a.
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And for us doctors gluts of higher pay
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If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill
G d g
'cause that's the free enterprise way
We've divided up the sections of the body
Every day we specialize more and more
But we really love to stitch the diseases of the rich
We are sure there is a clinic for the poor
Hooray for the a.m.a
And for us doctors gluts of higher pay
If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill
'cause that's the free enterprise way
And our waiting rooms are getting pretty crowded
It is sad to see our patients sit and bleed
But if you must use our ointment then you must have an appointment
Or who'll pay for those magazines you read
Hooray for the a.m.a
And for us doctors gluts of higher pay, higher pay
If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill
'cause that's the free enterprise way
And now the government is getting too ambitious
Yes, we know they want to socialize us all
Well our oath was hippocratic but with money we're fanatic
So we'll see you in canada in the fall [1]
Hooray for the a.m.a.
And for us doctors gluts of higher pay
If you can't afford my bill don't you tell me that you're ill
'cause that's the free enterprise way
Amalgamated a.m.a.
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7. _ The Ballad Of Billie Sol
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Billie sol was a man
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From the giant texas land
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He put the chamber of commerce on a limb
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They voted him the best
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And the government did no less
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Until the i.o.u.'s of texas fell on him
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Stand tall, billie sol, we don't know you at all
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We've taken down your pictures from the wall
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Well, we don't want to handle an agriculture scandal
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We have got to face elections in the fall
I remember when
Bill had influential friends
He celebrated christmas every day
He filled texas banks with his fertilizer tanks
Influential friends don't die they only fade away
Stand tall, billie sol, we don't know you at all
We've taken down your pictures from the wall
Well, we don't want to handle an agriculture scandal
We have got to face elections in the fall
The democrats deny
And orville freeman sighs
He said "everyone around was fair and square"
But he was no more convincing
Than ezra taft benson
As resignations cropped up everywhere
Stand tall, billie sol, we don't know you at all
We've taken down your pictures from the wall
Well, we don't want to handle an agriculture scandal
We have got to face elections in the fall
And now i'd like to say
That crime sure doesn't pay
But if you want to make some money on the sly
Well you can always rent
The u.s. government
It's the best one that money can buy.
Stand tall, billie sol
We don't know you at all
We've take down your pictures from the wall
Well, we don't want to handle
And agriculture scandal
We have got to face elections in the fall
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8. _ I'll Be There
When the river of rebellion overflows, i'll be there
When the seed of discontent plants and grows, i'll be there
Watching for the sun through the dark and rainy storm
Searching for the keys to the dungeons old and worn
Let me tell you, i'll be there
When the shadow of the tyrant falls and sweeps across the land
When men would steal from others with paper in their hand
When people search for answers and the answers never come
When their troubles would be over if they thought and fought as one
Let me tell you, i'll be there
Whispering of yesterday has grown into a roar
Winds of freedom blowing out of every distant shore
When the time is ready and the call is loud and clear
Let me tell you, i'll be there
When the thunder of opression roars and crackles, i'll be there
When those who would be free are wearing shackles, i'll be there
For the day is gonna come when they'll throw away their chains
Lift their heads and raise their arms for the struggle that remains
And let me tell you, i'll be there
Whispering of yesterday has turned into a roar
Winds of freedom blowing out of every distant shore
When the time is ready and the call is loud and clear
Let me tell you, i'll be there
When the thunder of opression roars and crackles, i'll be there
When those who would be free are wearing shackles, i'll be there
For the day is gonna come when they'll throw away their chains
Lift their heads and raise their arms for the struggle that remains
And let me tell you
Let me tell you
Let me tell you
Let me tell you, i'll be there
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9. _ No Christmas In Kentucky
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Christmas shoppers shopping on a neon city street
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Another christmas dollar for another christmas treat
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There's satin on the pretty dolls that make the children glow
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While a boy walking ragged in the cold kentucky snow
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No, they don't have christmas in kentucky
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There's no holly on a west virginia door
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For the trees don't twinkle when you're hungry
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And the jingle bells don't jingle when you're poor
There's lots of toys for children when then christmas time is near
But the present for the miners is a stocking full of beer
In the dark hills of kentucky there's one gift that may be found
The coal dust of forgotten days that's lying on the ground
No, they don't have christmas in kentucky
There's no holly on a west virginia door
For the trees don't twinkle when you're hungry
And the jingle bells don't jingle when you're poor
Let's drink a toast to congress and a toast to santa claus
And a toast to all the speeches that bring the loud applause
There's not enough to give, no, there's not enough to share
So let's drown the sounds of sorrow with a hearty christmas cheer
No, they don't have christmas in kentucky
There's no holly on a west virginia door
For the trees don't twinkle when you're hungry
And the jingle bells don't jingle when you're poor
Have a merry, merry christmas and a happy new year's day
For now's a time of plenty, and plenty's here to stay
But if you knew what christmas was, i think that you would find
That christ is spending christmas in the cold kentucky mine
No, they don't have christmas in kentucky
There's no holly on a west virginia door
For the trees don't twinkle when you're hungry
And the jingle bells don't jingle when you're poor
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10. _ Paul Crump
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In the state of illinois 'bout nine years ago
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A cold blooded killer he went against the law
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He killed a factory guard when his robbery did fail
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And they caught him and they threw him in the jail.
He lay there in his cell locked up with his hate
Not many men knew of him and less cared for his fate.
And he knew no peace of mind when his trial was comin' by
The judge said, "you are guilty you must die."
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But paul crump is alive today
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He's a-sittin' in a cell, he's got somethin' to say
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Every man has got something to give
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And if a man can change, then a man should live.
They sent him to cook county jail, a jail known far and wide
Where pity was a stranger and brave men often cry.
They locked him in the death row to count the days before
To the day they came a knockin' at his door.
But another warden came along, jack johnson was his name;
He knew how prison living could drive a man to shame.
He had no need of pistols in a solitary cell
But a word of trust would help him just as well
But paul crump is alive today
He's a-sittin' in a cell, he's got somethin' to say
Every man has got something to give
And if a man can change, then a man should live.
Between the warden and the convict a friendship slowly grew
And one learned from the other that a man can live anew.
Then the warden called the convict, "you must leave the devil's plan
"the time has come for you to be a man."
Then the convict found religion and he started him to learn
He wrote himself a novel called _burn killer burn_.
And as his dying day grew near, to the warden he did cry
"you must pull the switch and i must die."
But paul crump is alive today
He's a-sittin' in a cell, he's got somethin' to say
Every man has got something to give
And if a man can change, then a man should live.
It was up to governor kerner to keep him from the grave
Was rehabilitation a reason to be saved?
The hour was comin' closer, the word was spread around
A new and better answer must be found.
Well the electric chair was cheated, the convict didn't pay.
A new concept of justice was born and raised that day.
Now throughout this peaceful land there are others set to die
What better time than now to question why?
But paul crump is alive today
He's a-sittin' in a cell, he's got somethin' to say
Every man has got something to give
And if a man can change, then a man should live.
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11. _ William Moore
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Walkin' down an alabama road
Rememberin' what the bible told
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Walkin' with a letter in his hand
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Dreaming of another southern land
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Walkin' down an alabama road
And he went by the name of william moore
Now what are you doing william moore
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Why the letter in your hand?
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There's only one southern land
And he went by the name of william moore
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What price the glory of one man?
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What price the glory of one man?
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What price the hopes,
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What price the dreams,
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And what price the glory of one man?
Remembering what his grandfather done
Fought for the south in '61
A hundred years have passed by since then
Now moore is fighting for the south again
Remembering what his grandfather done
Remembering the time in world war two
And the south pacific island that he knew
Remembering the young men that he killed
And the praying that the guns of hate be stilled
Remembering the time in world war two
What price the glory of one man?
What price the glory of one man?
What price the hopes,
What price the dreams,
And what price the glory of one man?
And they shot him on the alabama road
Forgot about what the bible told
They shot him with that letter in his hand
As though he were a dog and not a man
And they shot him on the alabama road
Did you say it was a shame when he died?
Did you say he was fool because he tried?
Did you wonder who had fired the gun?
Did you know that it was you who fired the gun?
Did you say it was a shame when he died?
What price the glory of one man?
What price the glory of one man?
What price the hopes,
What price the dreams,
And what price the glory of one man?
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12. _ Do What I Have To Do
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All around this country, trouble in the air
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And i hear the voices calling me
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Asking "do you know and do you care?
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Do you know and do you care?"
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So i'm a-gonna do what i have to do
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Say what i have to say
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And i'm gonna be what i have to be
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Now won't you come on along with me?
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Won't you come along with me?
Don't want to cause no sorrow
Don't want to cause no pain
I'm only gonna cause what i have to cause
Until this land is free of shame
'til this land is free of shame
So i'm a-gonna do what i have to do
Say what i have to say
And i'm gonna be what i have to be
Now won't you come on along with me?
Won't you come along with me?
Only one thing i know, i know we're not alone
Was a million here before we came
Be a million when we're gone, we're gone
Million when we're gone
So i'm a-gonna do what i have to do
Say what i have to say
And i'm gonna be what i have to be
Now won't you come on along with me?
Won't you come along with me?
Oh, i'm afraid of trouble, yes i'm afraid of jail
But i'm more afraid, lord, not to try
More afraid of what happens, now, if we fail
What happens now if we fail
So i'm a-gonna do what i have to do
Say what i have to say
And i'm gonna be what i have to be
Now won't you come on along with me?
Won't you come along with me?
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13. _ Going Down To Mississipi
I'm going down to mississipi
I'm going down a southern road
And if you never see me again
Remember that i had to go
Remember that i had to go
It's a long road down to mississipi
It's a short road back the other way
If the cops pull you over to the side of the road
You won't have nothing to say
No, you won't have nothing to say
There's a man waiting down in mississippi
And he's waiting with a rifle in his hand
And he's looking down the road for an out-of-state car
And he thinks he's fighting for his land
Yes, he thinks he's fighting for his land
And he won't know the clothes i'm wearing
And he doesn't know the name that i own
But his gun is large and his hate is hard
And he knows i'm coming down the road
Yes, he knows i'm coming down the road
It's not for the glory that i'm leaving
It's not trouble that i'm looking for
But there's lots of good work calling me down
And the waiting won't do no more
No, the waiting won't do no more
Don't call me the brave one for going
No, don't pin a medal to my name
For even if there was any choice to make
I'd be going down just the same
I'd be going down just the same
For someone's got to go to mississipi
Just as sure as there's a right and there's a wrong
Even though you say the time will change
That time is just too long
That time is just too long
So i'm going down to mississipi
I'm going down a southern road
And if you never see me again
Remember that i had to go
Remember that i had to go
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14. _ Ballad Of Oxford (jimmy Meredith)
I'll sing you a song about a southern town where the devil had his rule
When marshalls faced an angry mob to send one man to school
His name was jimmy meredith
The tide he helped to turn
For he chose to stay on that terrible day
The land was soon to learn
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were doing,
Only god and the devil knows
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
Shot from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
The governor made a promise he would keep the trouble down
But when the mob got ugly no troopers could be found
And men were filled with hate and fear,
They screamed into the night
The rebel flag waved in the air
The symbol of state's rights
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were doing,
Only god and the devil knows
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
Shot from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
Gas was fired into the mob after each attack
And though the gas was running low, they never fired back
And when the smoke had cleared and the fury felt its pain
Two men were dead and a hundred bled
The south had risen again
So listen mr barnet, and mr walker, too
The times are changing mighty fast, they'll roll right over you
But someday you'll head for the south, to the southern tip of hell
And it's hot down there, white-hot down there
Let's hear your rebel yell!
There was blood, red blood, on their hands,
Yellow dirt on their clothes
What they thought they were doing,
Only god and the devil knows
There was hate, cold hate, in their hearts,
Shot from their souls like a gun
And as they threw their stones and bricks,
They screamed, "see what you have done!"
"see what you have done!"
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15. _ A Toast To Those Who Are Gone
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Many's the hour i've lain by my window
C am
And thought of the people who carried the burden
C am
Who marched in the strange fields in search of an answers
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And ended their journeys an unwilling hero
Am em am g
Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
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And a toast of the wine at the end of the line
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And a toll of the bell for the next one to die
Back in the coal fields of old harlan county
Some talked of the union, some talked of good wages
And they lined them up in the dark of the forests
And shot them down without asking no questions
Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
And a toast of the wine to the end of the line
And a toll of the bell for the next one to die
And over the ocean, to the red spanish soil
Came the lincoln brigade with their dreams
But they fell in the fire of germany's bombing
And they fell 'cause no one would hear their sad warning
Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
And a toast of the wine at the end of the line
And a toll of the bell for the next one to die
In old alabama, in old mississippi
Two states of the union so often found guilty
They came on the busses, they came on the marches
And they lay in the jails or they fell by the highway
Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
And a toast of the wine at the end of the line
And a toll of the bell for the next one to die
The state it was texas, the town it was dallas
In the flash of a rifle a life was soon over
And nobody thought of the past million murders
And the long list of irony(?) had found a new champion
Here's a song to those who are gone with never a reason why
And a toast of the wine at the end of the line
And a toll of the bell for the next one to die
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