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.
Oh pretty baby. You've been down so long. I've got a feeling. It's time that I was gone yeah. . Oh pretty baby. You're looking good tonight. Your eyes are shining.
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.
How many times do I have to say that I love you. How many times do I have to say the words. I will hold you, I will love you. I will think the whole world of you.
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.
On the main streets and the avenues. In the condos white as knuckles bruised. With the carmine of the busy liquor bars. . There's a dark and mystic beauty.
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.
In my dream. You were stronger than ever. Built ten feet tall. And tougher than the Stacey's leather. . And in this dream you were stronger than real life.
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.
So I came all the way from Trenton, spent a full night at the station. In a suitcase made of Calico Brown. Now I'm almost out of money and I'm sleepy and hungry.
Pre>tuning: one semitone lower than standard. . Intro: am- f g am- f g. . Am e am e am. There's a man walking round the island with a snake cane. Am e am e am.
every love song. on every TV. and Hollywood told me. it should be beautiful and sweet. like watching soul train. with Marvin Gaye on. but baby it hurts to love you.