Pre e a f#m God bless the men who've learned to put their lives upon the line, D b7 g#m And God bless the men who've learned to sip
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
Pre g I'm just a city boy C Born and bred Am d It's a city life I've led G em My pasture was a street C cm I've never climbed a tree G d
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 He fought
Come, get out of the way, boys Quick, get out of the way You'd better watch what you say, boys Better watch what you say We've rammed in your harbor
Christine keeler and mandy rice-davies, You're the gals for me. Christine keeler and mandy rice-davies, I'll keep you company. You can have your marilyn
Pre (capo I) Am dm Just across the railroad tracks Am g On the far side of the town Am dm All the people there are black Am g And they live
And the night comes again to the circle studded sky The stars settle slowly, in loneliness they lie 'Til the Universe explodes as a falling star is raised
It was out to california young davey moore did go, To meet with sugar ramos and trade him blow for blow He left his home in springfield, his wife and
You laugh at the people Who walk outside on the sidewalk And you talk to yourself so much When you see other people you can't talk This time it's true
I'm just a typical American boy From a typical American town I believe in God and Senator Dodd And an keepin' old Castro down And when it came my time
Centuries took holidays Before these days Became desperately clear That chariots full of christmas cheer Could never draw the child near But this year
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
I was taking my pleasure in a bar I called home When an old friend appeared at the door He was filled with bad whiskey, so he didn't see me As he stumbled
First snow on the autumn ground Covers grass where she once lay down Blanket of white, grass out of sight, Where did she go, tell me first snow. First
Some people never get their feet on the ground, They're either sitting in a chair or they're laying down Their bellies are hanging down on their knees
Oh, the shadows of doubt are in many a mind Lookin' for an answer they're never gonna find But they'd better decide 'cause they're runnin' out of time
Jackson, Mississippi is a mighty white town The white folks, they like to keep the black folks down They think they'll be alright but there's gonna be