And accept it that soon you'll be drenched to the bone
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If your time to you Is worth savin'
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Then you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone
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For the times they are a-changin'
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Come writers and critics who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide, the chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon, for the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
'Cause the loser now will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'
Come senators, congressmen, please heed the call
Don't stand in the doorway, don't block up the hall
For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
The battle outside ragin'
Will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
For the times they are a-changin'
Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
And don't criticize what you can't understand
Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
Your old road is rapidly agin'
Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
For the times they are a-changin'
The line it is drawn, the curse it is cast
The slow one now will later be fast
As the present now will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin'
And the first one now will later be last
For the times they are a-changin'
The melody and arrangement are based on the folk song Pretty Polly.
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Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town
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Hollis Brown, he lived on the outside of town
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With his wife and five children and his cabin broken down
You looked for work and money and you walked a rugged mile
You looked for work and money and you walked a rugged mile
Your children are so hungry that they don't know how to smile
Your baby's eyes look crazy they're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
Your baby's eyes look crazy they're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
You walk the floor and wonder why with every breath you breathe
The rats have got your flour bad blood it got your mare
The rats have got your flour bad blood it got your mare
If there's anyone that knows is there anyone that cares?
You prayed to the Lord above oh please send you a friend
You prayed to the Lord above oh please send you a friend
Your empty pockets tell you that you ain't a-got no friend
Your babies are crying louder now it's pounding on your brain
Your babies are crying louder now it's pounding on your brain
Your wife's screams are stabbin' you like the dirty drivin' rain
Your grass it is turning black there's no water in your well
Your grass is turning black there's no water in your well
You spent your last lone dollar on seven shotgun shells
Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Way out in the wilderness a cold coyote calls
Your eyes fix on the shotgun that's hangin' on the wall
Your brain is a-bleedin' and your legs can't seem to stand
Your brain is a-bleedin' and your legs can't seem to stand
Your eyes fix on the shotgun that you're holdin' in your hand
There's seven breezes a-blowin' all around the cabin door
There's seven breezes a-blowin' all around the cabin door
Seven shots ring out like the ocean's pounding roar
There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
There's seven people dead on a South Dakota farm
Somewhere in the distance there's seven new people born
With God On Our Side
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Oh my name it ain't nothin', my age it means less
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The country I come from is called the Midwest
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I's taught and brought up there the laws to abide
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And that the land that I live in has God on its side
Oh the history books tell it, they tell it so well
The cavalries charged, the Indians fell
The cavalries charged, the Indians died
Oh the country was young with God on its side
The Spanish American War had its day
And the Civil War too was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes I's made to memorize
With guns in their hands and God on their side
The First World War, boys, it came and it went
The reason for fighting I never did get
But I learned to accept it, accept it with pride
For you don't count the dead when God's on your side
The Second World War came to an end
We forgave the Germans and then we were friends
Though they murdered six million, in the ovens they fried
The Germans now too have God on their side
I've learned to hate the Russians all through my whole life
If another war comes, it's them we must fight
To hate them and fear them, to run and to hide
And accept it all bravely with God on my side
But now we got weapons of chemical dust
If fire them we're forced to, then fire them we must
One push of the button and a shot the world wide
And you never ask questions when God's on your side
Through many dark hours I've been thinkin' about this
That Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss
But I can't think for you, you'll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot had God on his side
So now as I'm leavin' I'm weary as Hell
The confusion I'm feelin', ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head and then fall to the floor
That if God's on our side he'll stop the next war
One Too Many Mornings
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Down the street the dogs are barking
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And the day is a-getting dark
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As the night comes in a-fallin'
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The dogs, they'll lose their bark
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And the silent night will shatter
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From the sounds inside my mind
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And I'm one too many mornings
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And a thousand miles behind
From the crossroads of my doorstep
My eyes start to fade
And I turn my head back to the room
Where my love and I have laid
And I gaze back to the street
The sidewalk and the sign
And I'm one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind
It's a restless, hungry feeling
That don't mean no one no good
When everything I'm saying
You can say it just as good
You are right from your side
And I am right from mine
We're both just one too many mornings
And a thousand miles behind
North Country Blues
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Come gather round friends and I'll tell you a tale
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Of when the red iron ore pits ran a-plenty
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But the cardboard filled windows and old men on the benches
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Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town my own children are grown
But I was raised on the other
In the wee hours of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines and the shovels they was a-humming
'Til one day my brother failed to come home
The same as my father before him
Well a long winter's wait from the window I watched
My friends they couldn't have been kinder
And my schooling was cut as I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner
Oh the years passed again and the givin' was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born the work was cut down
To a half-a-day shift with no reason
Then the shaft was soon shut and more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
'Til a man come to speak and he said, in one week
That number eleven was closin'
They complained in the East they are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down in the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked and the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
When the sad, silent song made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking
I lived by the window as he talked to himself
This silence of tongues it was building
Till one morning's wake the bed it was bare
And I's left alone with three children
The summer is gone, the ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're a-folding
My children will go as soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
Only A Pawn In Their Game
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A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood
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A finger fired the trigger to his name
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A handle hid out in the dark
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A hand set the spark
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Two eyes took the aim
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Behind a man's brain
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But he can't be blamed
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He's only a pawn in their game
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A South politician preaches to the poor white man
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"You got more than the blacks, don't complain
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You're better than them, you been born with white skin," they explain
And the Negro's name
Is used it is plain
For the politician's gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid
And the marshals and cops get the same
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game
From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks
And the hoof beats pound in his brain
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game
Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught
They lowered him down as a king
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But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain
Only a pawn in their game
Boots Of Spanish Leather
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Oh, I'm sailin' away my own true love
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I'm sailin' away in the mornin'
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Is there something I can send you from across the sea
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From the place that I'll be landing?
No, there's nothing you can send me my own true love
There's nothing I'm a-wishin' to be ownin'
Just a-carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
Ah, but I just though you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or the coast of Barcelona
But if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'
But I might be gone a long old time
And it's only that I'm askin'
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin'?
Oh how can, how can you ask me again?
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I would want today
I would want again tomorrow
Oh I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin'
Sayin' "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again
It depends on how I'm a-feelin'"
If you my love must think that-a-way
I'm sure your mind is a-roamin'
I'm sure your thoughts are not with me
But with the country to where you're goin'
So take heed, take heed of the Western winds
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there's something you can send back to me
Spanish Boots of Spanish Leather
When The Ship Comes In
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Oh the time will come up when the winds will stop
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And the breeze will cease to be breathin'
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Like the stillness in the wind before the hurricane begins
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The hour that the ship comes in
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And the sea will split and the ship will hit
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And the sands on the shoreline will be shaking
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Then the tide will sound and the waves will pound
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And the morning will be a-breaking...
The fishes will laugh as they swim out of the path
And the seagulls they'll be smiling
And the rocks on the sand will proudly stand
The hour that the ship comes in
And the words that are used for to get the ship confused
Will not be understood as they're spoken
For the chains of the sea will have busted in the night
And be buried at the bottom of the ocean
A song will lift as the mainsail shifts
And the boat drifts on to the shoreline
And the sun will respect the every face on the deck
The hour that the ship comes in
Then the sands will roll out a carpet of gold
For your weary toes to be a-touchin'
And the ship's wise men will remind you once again
That the whole wide world is watchin'
Oh the foes will rise with the sleep still in their eyes
And they'll jerk from their beds and think they're dreamin'
But they'll pinch themselves and squeal and they'll know that it's for real
The hour that the ship comes in
Then they'll raise their hands, sayin' we'll meet all your demands
But we'll shout from the bow your days are numbered
And like Pharaoh's tribe, they'll be drownded in the tide
And like Goliath, they'll be conquered
The Lonesome Death Of Hattie Carroll
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William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll
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With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger
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At a Baltimore hotel society gathering
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And the cops was called in and his weapon took from him
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As they rode him in custody down to the station
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And booked William Zanzinger for first-degree murder
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But you who philosophize disgrace
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And criticize all fears
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Take the rag away from your face
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Now ain't the time for your tears
William Zanzinger, who at twenty-four years
Owns a tobacco farm of six hundred acres
With rich wealthy parents who provide and protect him
And high office relations in the politics of Maryland
Reacted to his deed with a shrug of his shoulders
And swear words and sneering, and his tongue it was a-snarling
And in a matter of minutes on bail was out walking
But you who philosophize disgrace
And criticize fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
Hattie Carroll was a maid in the kitchen
She was fifty-one years old and gave birth to ten children
Who carried the dishes and took out the garbage
And never sat once at the head of the table
And didn't even talk to the people at the table
Who just cleaned up all the food from the table
And emptied the ashtrays on a whole other level
Got killed by a blow, lay slain by a cane
That sailed through the air and came down through the room
Doomed and determined to destroy all the gentle
And she never done nothing to William Zanzinger
And you who philosophize disgrace
And criticize all fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain't the time for your tears
In the courtroom of honor, the judge pounded his gavel
To show that all's equal and that the courts are on the level
And that the strings in the books ain't pulled and persuaded
And that even the nobles get properly handled
Once that the cops have chased after and caught 'em
And that the ladder of law has no top and no bottom
Stared at the person who killed for no reason
Who just happened to be feelin' that way without warnin'
And he spoke through his cloak, most deep and distinguished
And handed out strongly, for penalty and repentance
William Zanzinger with a six-month sentence
Oh, but you who philosophize disgrace
And criticize all fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now's the time for your tears
Restless Farewell
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Oh all the money that in my whole life I did spend
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Be it mine right or wrongfully
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I'd let it slip gladly to my friends
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To tie up the time most forcefully
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But the bottles are done, we've killed each one
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And the table is full and overflowed
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And the corner sign says it's closing time
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So I'll bid farewell and be down the road
Oh every girl that ever I've touched
I did not do it harmfully
And every girl that ever I've hurt
I did not do it knowingly
But to remain as friends, you need the time
To make amends and stay behind
And since my feet are now fast
And point away from the past
I'll bid farewell and be down the line
Oh every foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came
And every cause that ever I fought
I fought it full without regret or shame
But the dark does die as the curtain is drawn
And somebody's eyes must meet the dawn
And if I see the day I'd only have to stay
So I'll bid farewell in the night and be gone
Oh every thought that strung a knot in my mind
I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung
But it's not to stand naked under unknown (unknowin'?) eyes
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung
But the time ain't tall if on time you depend
And no word is possessed by no special friend
And though the line is cut it ain't quite the end
I'll just bid farewell till we meet again
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
To disgrace, distract and bother me
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face
And the dust of rumors covers me
But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick
It can pierce through the dust no matter how thick
So I'll make my stand and remain as I am
And bid farewell and not give a damn
