Hawks And Doves

I'm proud to a union man
I make those meetings when i can, yeah
I pay my dues ahead of time
When the benefits come i'm last in line, yeah.

I'm proud to be a union man.

Every fourth friday at 10 am
There's a local meeting of the a f of m, yeah!

This meeting will now come to order
Is there any new business?

Yeah, i think 'live music are better'
Bumper stickers should be issued.

What was that?

'live music is better' bumper stickers
Should be issued

The gentleman says
'live music is better' bumper stickers
Should be issued
All in favor of what he said
Signify by sayin' "ay"

Ay!

If, however, you are opposed
Signify by saying "no".

I'm proud to be a union man.

Our love, baby, feels so right
When you're smilin' in the morning light
I ain't leavin' no way

'cause we got stayin' power
You and i
Stayin' power through thick and thin.

Stayin' power
You and i
Stayin' power through thick and thin.

Gold and diamonds say you're mine
But true love opens the gates of time
And as we go on our way

We got stayin' power
You and i
Stayin' power through thick and thin

Stayin' power
You and i
Stayin' power through thick and thin.

I am a young mariner headed to war
I'm thinkin' 'bout my family and what it was for
There's water on the wood and the sails feel good
And when i get to shore i hope that i can kill good.

My father was a sailor named captain kennedy
He lost his wooden schooner to the germans on the sea
Exploded on the water for everyone to see
And humiliate that american captain kennedy.

I saw him in nassau in 1971
His strength was failin' but he still ran a run
He worked 'til his fingers wore to the bone
To buy that wooden schooner and sail on his own.

He was known in the islands as hundred foot iron
That steel hull freighter was passin' its time
And time flew by faster with life on the sea
And the days grew shorter for captain kennedy.

I am a young mariner headed to war
I'm thinkin' 'bout my family and what it was for
There's water on the wood and the sails feel good
And when i get to shore i hope that i can kill good.

Up and down the old homestead
The naked rider gallops through his head
And although the moon isn't full
He still feels the pull.

Out on the floor where the cowboys dance
Approaching slowly at a glance
Here comes the shadow of his stance
The reins are fallin' from his hands.

Why do you ride that crazy horse?
Inquires the shadow with little remorse
Just then a priest comes down the stairs
With a sack of dreams and old nightmares.

Who are you, the rider says
You dress in black but you talk like a fed
You spout ideas from books that you read
Don't you care about this guy's head?

Just then the sound of hoofbeats was heard
And the sky was darkened by a prehistoric bird
Who flew between the unfulfilled moon
And the naked rider, to a telephone booth.

We'll call the moon and see what's up
I've got some change in this little tin cup
We'll say that the shadow is growin' dim
And we need some light to get back to him
Just one call should do it all
I'll carve this number on the wall
With my beak.

Flying feathers were all around
The air was filled with a ringing sound.
Two more birds, the second and the third
Came down from the sky to deliver the word.

Where have you been, they said to the first
Get back to the clouds, we're dying of thirst
There's not enough time to make that call
Let's ditch this rider, shadow and all.

The sky was filled with the beautiful birds
Still on the ground some crying was heard
With his dime in his hand and his hand on the dial
His ears were sweating as he forced a smile.

Hoofbeats beating across the range
He rode through the night with his cup of change
Tired and beaten he fell into slumber
But up in the sky they still had his number.

Up and down the old homestead
The naked rider gallops through his head
And although the moon isn't full
He still feels the pull,
Still feels the pull.