The road goes straight to the town I'm headed for. Pretty cold town that I never seen before. I've trouble on my mind hope this new town will be kind.
I don't know, but it seems to me. What a great world this would be. If everybody stoped their hating. Saw the devil and called him satan. . *chorus*. Never again, never again.
My life was once a joy to me. Never knowing, I was growing, every day. My life was once a toy to me. And I wound it and I found it, ran away. . So, I raced through the night with a face at my feet.
I've found my freedom. Her and I been flying down that highway of gold. My shirtsleeves are rolled, my Colt 45 is cold. I go fast till I'm going faster.
Drinks are done, daylight's come. It's morning. Crowd's moved on, everybody's gone. It's morning. . Sun's arising on the wet horizon. Another day is here.
The klan rode through old monroe town. They rode there many a year. One black day they rode too far. The cry of freedom was near. . Monroe town is a dying town.
Pre>e d. Do you have a problem,. E d. Would you like someone to solve them,. E d b7. Would you like someone to share in your misery?. E a g a g. Now, I don't know the answer, but I know a flamenco dancer.
Let's drink a toast to the admiral. And here's to the captain bold. And glory more for the commodore. When the deeds of might are told. . They stand to the deck with the battle's wreck.
The policemen of the city wear a uniform of blue. Walkin' within the city's border. Protecting all the people. That's what they're paid to do,. Maintaining law and order..
I cried when they shot Medgar Evers. Tears ran down my spine. I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy. As though I'd lost a father of mine. . But Malcolm X got what was coming.
And love is a rainbow curving down from the sky. Falling crystals of colour, shades of warm that never die. Red melodies burning still lead me to the night.
On the streets of New York city. When the hour was getting late. There were young men armed with knives and guns. Young men armed with hate. . And Lou Marsh stepped between them.
Come you ranks of labor, come you union core. And see if you remember the struggles of before. When you were standing helpless on the outside of the door.
The first time that I called you in that old new york hotel. It was halloween all over with that trick you played so well. I woke you up from dreaming singing songs of yesterday.
In many a time, in many a land. With many a gun in many a hand. They came by the night, they came by the day. Came with their guns to take us away. . With a knock on the door, knock on the door.
Now I'd like to lay here in the night. Now I'd like to linger in the light. Wishing not to move. I have nothing left to prove. But did I hear you asking was it wrong or right.
She comes from kansas city, in the middle of the land. She was the queen of the game. But love never came with a man, with a man. Now all they know is her name.
I woke up this morning and my head was sore. From too many good times from the night before. So I got out of bed and stumbled on the floor. And I had to say.
Joe Hill come over from Sweden shores. Looking for some work to do. And the Statue of Liberty waved him by. As Joe come a sailing through, Joe Hill. As Joe come a sailing through.
It was on an Indiana farm, in the middle of the country. Growin' in the fields of grain, Jim Dean of Indiana. His mother died when he was a boy, his father was a stranger.