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| 4:10 | 
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| 2. |
| 7:49 |
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| 3. |
| 2:42 |
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| 4. |
| 2:55 | 
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It was back in nineteen forty-two,
I was a member of a good platoon. We were on maneuvers in-a Loozianna, One night by the light of the moon. The captain told us to ford a river, That's how it all begun. We were -- knee deep in the Big Muddy, But the big fool said to push on. The Sergeant said, "Sir, are you sure, This is the best way back to the base?" "Sergeant, go on! I forded this river 'Bout a mile above this place. It'll be a little soggy but just keep slogging. We'll soon be on dry ground." We were -- waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool said to push on. The Sergeant said, "Sir, with all this equipment No man will be able to swim." "Sergeant, don't be a Nervous Nellie," The Captain said to him. "All we need is a little determination; Men, follow me, I'll lead on." We were -- neck deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool said to push on. All at once, the moon clouded over, We heard a gurgling cry. A few seconds later, the captain's helmet Was all that floated by. The Sergeant said, "Turn around men! I'm in charge from now on." And we just made it out of the Big Muddy With the captain dead and gone. We stripped and dived and found his body Stuck in the old quicksand. I guess he didn't know that the water was deeper Than the place he'd once before been. Another stream had joined the Big Muddy 'Bout a half mile from where we'd gone. We were lucky to escape from the Big Muddy When the big fool said to push on. Well, I'm not going to point any moral; I'll leave that for yourself Maybe you're still walking, you're still talking You'd like to keep your health. But every time I read the papers That old feeling comes on; We're -- waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool says to push on. Waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool says to push on. Waist deep in the Big Muddy And the big fool says to push on. Waist deep! Neck deep! Soon even a Tall man'll be over his head, we're Waist deep in the Big Muddy! And the big fool says to push on! |
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| 5. |
| 2:51 |
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Last night I had the strangest dream
I'd ever dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war I dreamed I saw a mighty room Filled with women and men And the paper they were signing said They'd never fight again And when the paper was all signed And a million copies made They all joined hands and bowed their heads And grateful prayers were prayed And the people in the streets below Were dancing 'round and 'round While swords and guns and uniforms Were scattered on the ground Last night I had the strangest dream I'd never dreamed before I dreamed the world had all agreed To put an end to war. |
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| 6. |
| 3:13 |
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I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield,
Down by the riverside Down by the riverside Down by the riverside I'm gonna lay down my sword and shield, Down by the riverside Study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more I'm gonna walk with that Prince of Peace, Down by the riverside Down by the riverside Down by the riverside I'm gonna walk with that Prince of Peace, Down by the riverside Study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more, Ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more I'm gonna lay down that atom bomb Down by the riverside Down by the riverside Down by the riverside I'm gonna lay down that atom bomb, Down by the riverside Study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more I ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more Ain't gonna study war no more |
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| 7. |
| 0:57 |
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| 8. |
| 1:38 |
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Over the hills I went one day,
Dreaming of myself and you. And the springtime of years since first we met, And all that we've been through. May I not with delight still dream Of the years of the summer and fall to be, And the many, many verses still to be sung In the ballad of you and me |
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| 9. |
| 2:34 |
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I was born and raised in east Virginia,
North Carolina I did go. There I met some pretty little woman But her name and age I do not know. Well her hair it was a light brown color And her cheeks were ruby red. On her breast she wore white lilies, Where I long to lay my head I'd rather be in some dark holler Where the sun refused to shine Than to see you with another one, darling, To know you never will be mine. I was born and raised in east Virginia, North Carolina I did go. There I met some pretty little woman But her name I did not know. |
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| 10. |
| 3:57 |
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My name is Lisa Kalvelage, I was born in Nuremberg
And when the trials were held there nineteen years ago It seemed to me ridiculous to hold a nation all to blame For the horrors that the world did undergo A short while later when I applied to be a G. I. bride An American consular official questioned me He refused my exit permit, said my answers did not show I'd learned my lesson about responsibility. Thus suddenly I was forced to start thinking on this theme And when later I was permitted to emigrate I must have been asked a hundred times where I was and what I did In those years when Hitler ruled our state I said I was a child or at most a teen-ager But that only extended the questioning They'd ask, where were my parents, my father, my mother And to this I could answer not a thing. The seed planted there at Nuremberg in 1947 Started to sprout and to grow Gradually I understood what that verdict meant to me When there are crimes that I can see and I can know And now I also know what it is to be charged with mass guilt Once in a lifetime is enough for me No, I could not take it for a second time And that is why I am here today. The events of May 25th, the day of our protest, Put a small balance weight on the other side Hopefully, someday my contribution to peace Will help just a bit to turn the tide And perhaps I can tell my children six And later on their own children That at least in the future they need not be silent When they are asked, "Where was your mother, when?" |
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| 11. |
| 2:25 |
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My father's mansion's many rooms
Have room for all of His children As long as we do share His love And see that all are free. And see that all are free to grow And see that all are free to know And free to open or to close The door of their own room. What is a room without a door Which sometimes locks or stands ajar? What is a room without a wall To keep out sight and sound from all? And dwellers in each room should have The right to choose their own design And color schemes to suit their own Though differing from mine. Yes and each door has its own design To suit the owners state of mind And those who'd want them all the same Don't understand, the human game. May father's mansion's many rooms Have room for all of His children If we do but share in His love And see that all are free. The choice is ours to share this earth With all its many joys abound Or to continue as we have And burn God's mansion down. |
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| 12. |
| 1:50 |
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| 13. |
| 3:02 |
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I think of Andy in the cold wet clay
Those three are on my mind With his comrades down beside him On that brutal day Those three are on my mind There lays young James in his mortal pain Those three are on my mind So I ask the killers can you see those three again Those three are on my mind I see dark eyed Michael With his dark eyed bride Those three are on my mind And three proud mothers Weeping side by side Those three are on my mind But I'm grieving yet And for some the sky is bright I cannot give up hoping For a morning light So I ask the killers do you sleep at night Those three are on my mind I see tin roof shanties Where my brothers live Those three are on my mind And the little burnt out churches Where they sing we forgive Those three are on my mind I know of Tom Paine's Water Tree I know the price of liberty Now I ask the question that is deep inside of me Did they also burn the courthouse When they killed those three Those three are on my mind Those three are on my mind Those three are on my mind |
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| 14. |
| 3:59 |
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| 15. |
| 2:56 |
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