Christine keeler and mandy rice-davies,. You're the gals for me.. Christine keeler and mandy rice-davies,. I'll keep you company.. . You can have your marilyn, your carolyn, your jacqueline..
I found him by the stage last night. He was breathing his last breath. A bottle of gin and a cigarette. Was all that he had left. . I can see you make the music.
Pre>e a f#m. God bless the men who've learned to put their lives upon the line,. D b7 g#m. And God bless the men who've learned to sip the sacrifical wine,.
Sit by my side, come as close as the air. And share in a memory of gray. And wander in my words. Dream about the pictures that I play of changes. . Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall.
When the wind from the island is rollin' through the trees. When a kiss from a prison cell is carried in the breeze. That's when I wonder how sad a man can be.
Pre>bwatu e e, bwatu e e (canoe, canoe). Bwatu e e, bwatu e e (canoe, canoe). Bwatu ya bolingo, bwatu a salongo (canoe of love, canoe of work). Bwatu e, bwatu ya ndenge moko (canoe, canoe of the same way).
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.
Oh, I laid down your railroads, every mile of track. With the muscles on my arm and the sweat upon my back. And now the trains are rolling, they roll to every shore.
As I walk alone. Through each troubled day. I hope the lord above will help guide my way. Guide my way. As I walk alone. . Through the valleys I will roam.
Oh, a rifle took its aim and a man fell to the ground. He tried to stand again but everybody held him down. A time of terror when the bullet pierced the air.
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