Show me the prison, show me the jail
Show me the prisoner, whose life has gone stale And I'll show you a young man With so many reasons why And there but for fortune, go you or I......mm, mm Show me the alley, show me the train Show me the hobo, who sleeps out in the rain And I'll show you a young man With so many reasons why And there but for fortune, go you or I, mm, mm Show me the whiskey, stains on the floor Show me the drunkard, as he stumbles out the door And I'll show you a young man With so many reasons why And there but for fortune go you or I, mmm, mm Show me the country, where the bombs had to fall Show me the ruins of the buildings, once so tall And I'll show you a young land With so many reasons why And there but for fortune go you and I, you and I. - song written by Phil Ochs |
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