She locks up all those tears. On her bed, the door closed. So she's all alone. Halfway through her sophomore year. The pressure's cut to the bone. Overwhelmed with the feelings she couldn't express.
U.s. soldiers are a-dying over there, over there. As the status quo remains over there. U.s. soldiers are a-dying while their mothers sit home crying.
And the fruit boats ride on the waves,. And the crew will dream of returning. Back to the florida waters,. For the work of unloading onto the trains..
In the state of Mississippi many years ago. A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law. He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime. And the blood upon his jacket, left a brand upon his mind.
Time was when a man could live alone. A man could build a home, have a family of his own. The peaceful years would flow, he could watch his children grow.
Oh, a thousand marching armies and a million marching men. Have won the wide world over and lost it back again,. But now the word has gone to ev'ry fallen land,.
You've long been on the open road,. You've been sleeping in the rain,. From dirty words and muddy cells. Your clothes are smeared and stained,. But the dirty words and muddy cells.
Show me a prison, show me a jail. Show me a prisoner, man, whose face is growin' pale. And I'll show you a young man with many reasons why. And there but for fortune, may go you or I.
Pre>intro:d. . D g d cccggg. Don't you think it's time that we were leaving?. D g d cccggg. For another chance, another place to start. G f#m. Desperate ones that went across the ocean.
When all of the squats have been turned into gallery spaces. and the punks out on the corner, what's that look on their faces?. It says; "What do we do, now that all of the yuppies replaced us?".
Silent soldiers on a silver screen. Framed in fantasies and dragged in dream. Unpaid actors of the mystery. The mad director knows that freedom will not make you free.
Outside the cats are scratching. Inside the doors are latching. On the room, the greedy gloom. The trial is revealed. . Police are six feet deep. With switchblades in their teeth.
In Portsmouth town. On the eastern shore. Where many a fine ship was born. . The Thresher was built. And the Thresher was launched. And the crew of the Thresher was sworn.
Pre>6/4 time. C. 1. o, it was a fine and a plea - sant day. G. Out of yar - mouth har-bour I was far - ing. C g (f) (g) c. As a cab - in boy on a sail - ing lug - ger.
Finger pick the verses, strum chorus. Sailors climb the tree, up the terrible tree. Where are my shipmates have they sunk beneath the sea?. I do not know much, but I know this cannot be.
And the flag draped coffins are a sailin' home. And the waves are watchin' as the engine drones. As the ship draws near, hear the bugle moan. The sad and silent song of a soldier.
Come and take a walk with me through this green and growing land. Walk through the meadows and the mountains and the sand. Walk through the valleys and the rivers and the plains.
I've seen rivers red with blood. I've seen valleys filled with mud. I've seen stormy seas that pound upon the shore. I've seen mountains strewn with bones.
The fire-breathing rebels arrive at the party early. Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur. Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the Lords.
I got the news today. That you refused to play. Cause you never made number one. But it's not just the words. It's the deeds that are heard. When all is said and done.