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Men walkin' 'long the railroad tracks
Goin' someplace there's no goin' back Highway patrol choppers comin' up over the ridge Hot soup on a campfire under the bridge Shelter line stretchin' round the corner Welcome to the new world order Families sleepin' in their cars in the southwest No home no job no peace no rest The highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Searchin' for the ghost of Tom Joad He pulls prayer book out of his sleeping bag Preacher lights up a butt and takes a drag Waitin' for when the last shall be first and the first shall be last In a cardboard box 'neath the underpass Got a one-way ticket to the promised land You got a hole in your belly and a gun in your hand Sleeping on a pillow of solid rock Bathin' in the city aqueduct The highway is alive tonight But where it's headed everybody knows I'm sittin' down here in the campfire light Waitin' on the ghost of Tom Joad Now Tom said "Mom, wherever there's a cop beatin' a guy Wherever a hungry newborn baby cries Where there's a fight 'gainst the blood and hatred in the air Look for me Mom I'll be there Wherever there's somebody fightin' for a place to stand Or decent job or a helpin' hand Wherever somebody's strugglin' to be free Look in their eyes, Mom, you'll see me." The highway is alive tonight But nobody's kiddin' nobody about where it goes I'm sittin' downhere in the campfire light With the ghost of old Tom Joad |
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Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me Let’s pretend we’re just two people and You’re not better than me I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep What do you feel when you look in the mirror Are you proud How do you sleep while the rest of us cry How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye How do you walk with your head held high Can you even look me in the eye And tell me why Dear Mr. President Were you a lonely boy Are you a lonely boy Are you a lonely boy How can you say No child is left behind We’re not dumb and we’re not blind They’re all sitting in your cells While you pay the road to hell What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay I can only imagine what the first lady has to say You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine How do you sleep while the rest of us cry How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye How do you walk with your head held high Can you even look me in the eye Let me tell you bout hard work Minimum wage with a baby on the way Let me tell you bout hard work Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away Let me tell you bout hard work Building a bed out of a cardboard box Let me tell you bout hard work Hard work Hard work You don’t know nothing bout hard work Hard work Hard work Oh How do you sleep at night How do you walk with your head held high Dear Mr. President You’d never take a walk with me Would you |
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In America you'll get food to eat
Won't have to run through the jungle And scuff up your feet You'll just sing about Jesus and drink wine all day It's great to be an American Ain't no lions or tigers-ain't no mamba snake Just the sweet watermelon and the buckwheat cake Ev'rybody is as happy as a man can be Climb aboard, little wog-sail away with me Sail away-sail away We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay Sail away-sail away We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay In America every man is free To take care of his home and his family You'll be as happy as a monkey in a monkey tree You're all gonna be an American Sail away-sail away We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay Sail away-sail away We will cross the mighty ocean into Charleston Bay |
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Uh, close your mind, close your eyes, see with your heart
How do you forgive the murderer of your father? The ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more than the blood of a martyr Terrorist We came through the storm Nooses on our necks, and a smallpox blanket to keep us warm On a 747 on the Pentagon lawn?wake up! The alarm clock is connected to a bomb Anthrax lab on a West Virginia farm Shorty ain't learned to walk, already heavily armed Civilians and lil' children is especially harmed Camouflage Torahs, Bibles, and glorious Qu'rans The books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there Have become misinterpreted reasons for warfare We read 'em with blind eyes, I guarantee you there's more there Rich must be blind 'cause they ain't see the poor there! ...Yeah Need to open up a park, just close 10 schools, we don't need them Can you please call the fire department, they down here marchin' for freedom Burn down all they tepees, turn the TVs on to teach them, and move! The more money that they make, the more money that they make The better and better they live Whatever they wanna take, whatever they wanna take Whatever, whatever it is The more that you wanna learn, the more that you try to learn The better and better they get American Terrorist Now a poor Klu Klux man see that we all brothers Not 'cause things the same, but 'cause we lack the same color And that's green, now that's mean Can't burn his cross, 'cause he can't afford the gasoline Now if a Muslim woman's strapped with a bomb on the bus With the seconds runnin' give you the jitters Just imagine an American-based Christian organization Plannin' to poison water supplies to bring the Second Coming quicker Nigga, they ain't livin' properly Break 'em off with a lil' democracy Turn they whole culture to a mockery Give 'em Coca-Cola for they property Give 'em gum, give 'em guns, get 'em young, give 'em fun But if they ain't givin' it up, then they ain't gettin' none And don't give 'em all, naw, man, just give 'em some It's the paper, some of these cops must be Al-Qaeda, nigga, uh! The more money that they make, the more money that they make The better and better they live Whatever they wanna take, whatever they wanna take Whatever, whatever it is The more that you wanna learn, the more that you try to learn The better and better they get American Ter-ro-rist The more money that they make, the more money that they make The better and better they live Whatever they wanna take, whatever they wanna take Whatever, whatever it is The more that you wanna learn, the more that you try to learn The better and better they get American Ter-ro-rist Don't give the black man food, give red man liquor Red man fool, black man nigga Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give black man crack, Glocks, and things Give red man craps, slot machines Now bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Don't give the black man food, give the red man liquor Red man fool, black man nigga Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give the black man crack, glocks and things Give the red man craps, slot machines Now bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back |
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("Little" Walter Jacobs)
Blues with a feelin', That's what I have today Blues with a feelin', That's what I have today I'm gonna find my baby, If it takes all night and day What a lonesome feelin', When your by yourself What a lonesome feelin', When your by yourself When the one that you're lovin', Have gone away livin' Girl you know I love you baby, I wanted the reason why You only left me baby, Then you left me here to cry Blues with a feelin', That's what I have today I'm gonna find my baby, If it takes all night and day |
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