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And i guess it s up to me because we ve given up on you, i can hear a thousand voices making ready for a fight, mom and dad were negros and my son will be one too
But orders they are orders and you know i must obey, he was mining down at heyser till his union sold him out
I ve been listening to some people and one thing i understand, i met a fine young negro lad about seventeen or so 29
I don t wanna bomb them sir it fills me with dismay, a great flood is a-rising fast and there s a rumblin in the land, and i guess it s up to me because we ve given up on you
I can hear the rumblin river as it rushes underground, got laid off by automation boys and it put him on the road
and as i passed an air force base a young man i did meet
He was mining down at heyser till his union sold him out, got laid off by automation boys and it put him on the road
i don t wanna bomb them sir it fills me with dismay
I can stand beneath the waterfall and shout with all my might, i can hang around the truck stops and hear them joke and gab, i met a fine young negro lad about seventeen or so 29
As they wonder how they ll make it with so many mouths to feed, i can hear the breakers crashing i can hear the breakers pound
Well i ve been walking through this country and my eyes are open wide, i can hear the rumblin river as it rushes underground, i can see the little hobo as he shuffles down the street
For ten years he stoked the furnace til the factory whistle blowed, he was mining down at heyser till his union sold him out
and as i passed an air force base a young man i did meet
got laid off by automation boys and it put him on the road
I can ride through colorado in a semi-trailer cab, and as i passed an air force base a young man i did meet
I met a fine young negro lad about seventeen or so 29, i can hear them tellin stories of the lives that they must lead
I can see the little hobo as he shuffles down the street, i can see the dust cloud swirling on his played-outfarmin land Tom, and i met another fellow as i wandered all about
As they wonder how they ll make it with so many mouths to feed, i can hear him in the diner as he bums a bite to eat in, i can hear the breakers crashing i can hear the breakers pound
and i guess it s up to me because we ve given up on you
I can hear a thousand voices making ready for a fight, i can see the little hobo as he shuffles down the street
He was mining down at heyser till his union sold him out, i can hear them tellin stories of the lives that they must lead
I don t wanna bomb them sir it fills me with dismay, they worked him in the coalmines till his back and arms were sore, and i met another fellow as i wandered all about
I can hear them tellin stories of the lives that they must lead, he can see the crop is failing but it ain t his anyhow Paxton, i can hear him in the diner as he bums a bite to eat
See him hunker down and let it trickle through his hand, and as i passed an air force base a young man i did meet Rumblin', i can hear them tellin stories of the lives that they must lead
He can see the crop is failing but it ain t his anyhow, i can hear the rumblin river as it rushes underground
For ten years he stoked the furnace til the factory whistle blowed, i ve been listening to some people and one thing i understand Paxton, see him hunker down and let it trickle through his hand
And the things i ve seen and heard you couldn t imagine if you tried, i don t wanna bomb them sir it fills me with dismay, then they put him on the blacklist boys and he can t go back no more
As they wonder how they ll make it with so many mouths to feed, and the things i ve seen and heard you couldn t imagine if you tried Paxton, i met a fine young negro lad about seventeen or so 29
See him hunker down and let it trickle through his hand, i can hear the breakers crashing i can hear the breakers pound
And i guess it s up to me because we ve given up on you, i met a fine young negro lad about seventeen or so 29 in, i can hear the breakers crashing i can hear the breakers pound
i can hear the breakers crashing i can hear the breakers pound
well i ve been walking through this country and my eyes are open wide
I can hear them tellin stories of the lives that they must lead, he was mining down at heyser till his union sold him out, i met a fine young negro lad about seventeen or so 29
He didn t like those southern jails but he felt that he had to go, they worked him in the coalmines till his back and arms were sore Rumblin', i can hear him in the diner as he bums a bite to eat
They worked him in the coalmines till his back and arms were sore, but orders they are orders and you know i must obey
I can hang around the truck stops and hear them joke and gab, i can hang around the truck stops and hear them joke and gab
well i ve been walking through this country and my eyes are open wide
he can see the crop is failing but it ain t his anyhow
he can see the crop is failing but it ain t his anyhow
i can hear the breakers crashing i can hear the breakers pound
i can see the dust cloud swirling on his played-outfarmin land
And i met another fellow as i wandered all about, he can see the crop is failing but it ain t his anyhow
I can hear the breakers crashing i can hear the breakers pound, with his shiny wings of silver and his uniform so neat the, for ten years he stoked the furnace til the factory whistle blowed
I can hear them tellin stories of the lives that they must lead, and i guess it s up to me because we ve given up on you, i can hear the rumblin river as it rushes underground
i can see the little hobo as he shuffles down the street
I can hear him in the diner as he bums a bite to eat, and i met another fellow as i wandered all about the, i can hang around the truck stops and hear them joke and gab
I ve been listening to some people and one thing i understand, i can see the sharecrop farmer as he wipes his sweaty brow
A great flood is a-rising fast and there s a rumblin in the land, i can hear the rumblin river as it rushes underground the, a great flood is a-rising fast and there s a rumblin in the land
But orders they are orders and you know i must obey, i can hear them tellin stories of the lives that they must lead
I can hear the breakers crashing i can hear the breakers pound, i can see the little hobo as he shuffles down the street, i can hear the rumblin river as it rushes underground
mom and dad were negros and my son will be one too
But orders they are orders and you know i must obey, for ten years he stoked the furnace til the factory whistle blowed
I can hear the rumblin river as it rushes underground, i can hear them tellin stories of the lives that they must lead, i don t wanna bomb them sir it fills me with dismay