The peons of Mexico. Long have known suffering and pain. Zapata and Villa. Have died there, fighting in vain. . Rube'n Jaramillo kept up the tradition.
Wade into the river, through the rippling shallow watter. Steal across the thirsty border, bracero. Come bring your hungry bodies to the golden fields of plenty.
Creek was running by the road. And the Buckeye sun was a-shinin'. I rode my bike down Alum Creek Drive. When I was a boy in Ohio. The English teacher he didn't care.
He walked all over his own growin' land. From the New York island to the California sand. He saw all the people that needed to be seen. Planted all the grass where it needed to be green.
Went to a party the other night, everybody was there. Thought that I would have some fun as I started up the stair. Somebody tried to ruin it when he won a raffle prize.
Well, it's of a bold reporter whose story I will tell. He went down to the Cuban land, the nearest place to hell. He'd been there many times before but now the law does say.
A thousand went to take the island. Chances strong(? ) as broken twigs. And a thousand stayed there at the island. Met their fate fate at the bay of pigs.
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.
Pre>em g d. In the state of mississippi many years ago. Am em. A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law. Em g d. He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime.
Every morning at the dawn dust is in the air. Karen rises early, runs brushes through her hair. Then she buys the paper, I lay on my back. Then she feeds the monkey, then she feeds the cat.
1, 2, 3, 4.. . As I gave into temptation. I've strayed across the line. Keep it under wraps in the cold store. Put it to the back of your mind. Put it to the back of your mind.
In time I'll return once more. to find the house where I was born. . There you took a photograph of me and my sisters back then. to celebrate the lies that you made.
So where does it end. heartbeats fast, your senses reeling. you just want to fight. calm yourself, you're beyond reason. go find a place. to let it all out.
Broken beliefs, a walk of life an endless dream,. Wish I could find myself in anything. Somehow I keep running away. The voice of darkness keeps echoing.
Bubbe's Boarding House. Bubbe's Boarding House. If you love to learn. . Then you'll learn to love. The place I'm thinking of. Bubbe's Boarding House. Bubbe's Boarding House.
Bubbe's Boarding House. Bubbe's Boarding House. If you love to learn. Then you'll learn to love. . The place I'm thinking of. Bubbe's Boarding House. Bubbe's Boarding House.
Be yourself. No matter. Where the wind blows. Be yourself. Whatever you do. Someone else. Can never be you. Before you look at me. Look and inside and be yourself!.
I shot the sky - I made a hole in the sky. I just wanted to kill this fire was burning me down into the ground. . First I'd destroyed all the rules - now I'm sealing these wounds.
I tell you once. I will not repeat again. These Devil's cards.... I don't want to continue game. . Shine.... You rose to shine. Bright.... Like a star in the skies.
Respect...what is it?. Where is it now? Hey, God!. Where are my wings you took once from me?. I need it back!. I need my resurrection!. . My resurrection is denied.