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"A Day In The Country"

"A Day In The Country"


The dogs are singing
The cottonwood cathedral carries their song
The pure deep joy of the hunt bears them along
Up ahead the rabbit prepares to steer them wrong
A fine arrangement
A day in the country
The song is changing
Something in the music appeals to me
A minor note creeps in and changes the key
Now the dogs are sounding lost and all at sea
So much for winning
A day in the country
I stand there listening
Suddenly the rabbit comes into view
He looks as if to say, how do you do
I swear he chuckles as he scurries through
Top of the mornin'
A day in the country
The dogs are sleepin'
There in the back seat curled up in a ball
That wily rabbit left them feeling small
But in their dreams they catch him after all
A fine arrangement
A day in the country
A fine arrangement
A day in the country
 
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"A Job Of Work"

"A Job Of Work"


I hate unemployment and I’ll tell you why
I wanna keep working ‘til the day I die
I like to work, I do it well and when I can’t feed my family
Lord I feel like hell
Lord, give me a job of work to do
Lord, give me a job of work to do
That’s all I want, that’s all I ask of you
The man from the government says it’s fine
To walk on over to the free food line
Nice of the government to be so fair
But I don’t want my friends to see me there
Lord, give me a job of work to do
Lord, give me a job of work to do
That’s all I want, that’s all I ask of you
I was born and raised in these old hills
I never left ‘em and I never will
I’m able-bodied, my friends are, too
And all that we want is a job to do
Lord, give me a job of work to do
Lord, give me a job of work to do
That’s all I want, that’s all I ask of you
Well, these are the worst times I have seen
I don’t want to seem ungrateful or mean
But a man’s got to raise his family
And I can’t stand to raise ‘em on charity
Lord, give me a job of work to do
Lord, give me a job of work to do
That’s all I want, that’s all I ask of you
 
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"A Long Way From Your Mountain"

"A Long Way From Your Mountain"


Fog’s along the coastline
Hung like tinsel from the trees
I don’t know if it will stay or go
It depends upon the breeze
But there’s sunshine on your mountain
You can see the world from there
You got all the sky you wanted
You get high on mountain air
You came down to Camden
And you tried to make it go
But you dreamed of Uncompahgre
And your Colorado snow
‘Til I came home one evening
On a cold December day
And I found your note sayin’, maybe
It was easier this way
Now I’m sittin’ on the coast of Maine today
Sittin’ here, just throwing little rocks into the bay
While the big waves come in slowly
Rollin’ strong and wild and free
Oh, it’s a long way from your mountain
Down to me
Freighters on the ocean
Sailin’ off to Liverpool
While the seagulls swoop around me
And they’re sayin’ I’m a fool
For sure, I’ve got my coastline
Got my endless ocean too
And I’ve got my whisperin’ pine trees
I’ve got everythin’ but you
And I’m sitting on the coast of Maine today
Sittin’ here, just throwing little rocks into the bay
While the big waves come in slowly
Rollin’ strong and wild and free
Oh, it’s a long way from your mountain
Down to me
And the fog’s along the coastline
Hung like tinsel from the trees
I don’t know if it will stay or go
It depends upon the breeze
But there’s sunshine on your mountain
You can see the world from there
You got all the sky you wanted
You get high on mountain air
While I’m sittin’ on the coast of Maine today
Sittin’ here, just throwin’ little rocks into the bay
While the big waves come in slowly
Rolling strong and wild and free
Oh, it’s a long way from your mountain
Down to me
Oh, it’s a long way from your mountain
Down to me
 
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"A Rumblin' In The Land"

"A Rumblin' In The Land"


I can hear the rumblin’ river as it rushes underground
I can hear the breakers crashing; I can hear the breakers pound
I can stand beneath the waterfall and shout with all my might
I can hear a thousand voices making ready for a fight
I can ride through Colorado in a semi-trailer cab
I can hang around the truck stops and hear them joke and gab
I can hear them tellin’ stories of the lives that they must lead
As they wonder how they’ll make it with so many mouths to feed
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
For ten years he stoked the furnace ‘til the factory whistle blowed
Got laid off by automation boys and it put him on the road
And I met another fellow as I wandered all about
He was mining down at Heyser till his union sold him out
Yes, they worked him in the coalmines till his back and arms were sore
Then they put him on the blacklist boys and he can’t go back no more
I can see the sharecrop farmer as he wipes his sweaty brow
He can see the crop is failing but it ain’t his anyhow
I can see the dust cloud swirling on his played-outfarmin' land
See him hunker down and let it trickle through his hand
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
Saying, “Mom and dad were Negros and my son will be one too
And I guess it’s up to me because we’ve given up on you”
And as I passed an air force base a young man I did meet
With his shiny wings of silver and his uniform so neat
Saying, “I don’t wanna bomb them sir; it fills me with dismay
But orders they are orders and you know I must obey”
Well I’ve been walking through this country and my eyes are open wide
And the things I’ve seen and heard you couldn’t imagine if you tried
I’ve been listening to some people and one thing I understand
A great flood is a-rising fast and there’s a rumblin’ in the land
 
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"A Thousand Years"

"A Thousand Years"


The Burgher banged his fist on the table
Red face glowing with pride
“We'll rise,” he cried, “as soon as we're able
Avenging the ones who died
No more the hunted
No more the mouse
No more the quivering prey
The masters are driving the slaves from the house
The masters are coming to stay”
The Burgher dipped his bread in the gravy
Splattering his silken tie
Nachmal the Wehrmacht
Nachmal the Navy
Nachmal the thundering sky
Once more the stadium rocking with cheers
Once more the torchlight parade
Away with the cowering dog-bitten years
Away with the humble charade
“A thousand years
The tears of the weak for our wine
A thousand years
We'll pluck them like fruit from the vine
Ah, they fed us and clothed us and handed us weapons as well
But give us a leader
We'll follow him down into hell”
The Burgher spilled his wine on the table
Staggering out of his chair
“We'll rise,” he cried, “as soon as we're able
Stroking the young man fair
The English are finished
The French are fools
The Russians have China to fear
The Yanks holler ‘commie’, and follow their rules
When the time for the rising is here”
The young man's eyes were fiery and glowing
The Burgher's hand in his own
“We'll rise,” he cried, “the movement is growing
We'll march on a road of bones
They're coming from Egypt
They're coming from Hess
They're coming from Argentine
We'll march over Russia; we'll march to the west
We'll show them what conquest can mean”
“A thousand years
The tears of the weak for our wine
A thousand years
We'll pluck them like fruit from the vine
Ah, they fed us and clothed us and handed us weapons as well
But give us a leader, by God
And we'll see them in hell”
 
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"About The Children"

"About The Children"


The conversation pauses, while the waiter pours our tea,
This timely interruption is a great relief to me.
I wish he'd stay all day, I'd never have to say,
About the children.

You're looking really lovely, and the dress is really you.
The necklace I remember, but the bracelet must be new.
But that's another day, I clear my throat and say
About the children.

Oh, they'll be away at school, they'll have the camps to go to.
And they're much too young to know how hard it is to go through.
Ah, these were to be the years for us, making love in the afternoon,
No worries anymore
About the children..

The conversation's civilized, we calmly nod our heads,
You're smiling as you always do, but your napkin is in shreds.
You'd like to run away, oh, who'd be the first to say
About the children.

Oh, they'll be away at school, they'll have the camps to go to.
And they're much too young to know how hard it is to go through.
Ah, these were to be the years for us, making love in the afternoon,
No worries anymore
About the children..

The conversation's civilized, we calmly nod our heads,
You're smiling as you always do, but your napkin is in shreds.
You'd like to run away, oh, who'd be the first to say
About the children.
About the children
 
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"Ain't That News"

"Ain't That News"


I've got news of the very best kind
About troubles that are falling behind
About people that used to be blind
Till they opened up their eyes to see
It's news, when they begin to ask why
They're poor until the day that they die
They're tired of the pie in the sky
And they want some security

And that's news, news, ain't that news?
Ain't that something to see?
News, news, you talk about your news
It's mighty good news to me

I've got news about some ordinary men
They heard it preached time and again
To be patient and grateful, amen
And "Don't agitate around here"
They argued and they talked it around
And they woke up and here's what they found
Their voices made a mighty big sound
Till they didn't know the meaning of fear

And that's news, news, ain't that news?
Ain't that something to see?
News, news, you talk about your news
It's mighty good news to me

In a hazard they're meeting at night
Organizing, and doing it right
And planning for a hell of a fight
And they sure don't aim to lose
In New York the tenants said no
The slumlord ain't getting our dough
They're fed up and I want you to know
That's the very best kind of news

And that's news, news, ain't that news?
Ain't that something to see?
News, news, you talk about your news
It's mighty good news to me

That's news, news, ain't that news?
Ain't that something to see?
News, news, you talk about your news
It's mighty good news to me
 
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"All Clear In Harrisburg"

"All Clear In Harrisburg"


You may come back to your homes now citizens
You may come back to the nest
We had a little spot of trouble, it's true
But things turned out for the best
Yes, a little radiation got loose
And people ran for the bus
And let me tell you if you live downwind
You'll be hearing from us
You may come back to your homes now citizens
The town is perfectly clean
And please believe us you have nothing to fear
If now and then you turn green
Three Mile Island is a wonderful place
And the future is now
Oh, by the way I wouldn't eat that egg
Or drink the milk from that cow
You just might glow in the dark
Grow feathers just like a lark
Stand in the fountain and light up the park
Have a nice day
The chances you may
Blow yourself and half of Pennsylvania away
You may relax in your homes now Harrisburg
For sure the crisis is past
Oh, sure we might have a problem or two
The next one might be the last
Oh yes, the wave of the future is here
It's reassuring to know
They'll be no need of a suntan next year
For we'll be wearing our glow
We just might glow in the dark
Grow feathers just like a lark
Stand in the fountain and light up the park
Have a nice day, the chances you may
Blow yourself and half of Pennsylvania away
 
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"All Night Long"

"All Night Long"


All night long,
Dreaming badly, feeling something's wrong;
Faces crying As they fade away,
Who can say where they were going?

Where's Their song?
Did they leave it in their throats too long?
Were they waiting for a sunny day?
Who can say who's wind is blowing?

[Chorus:]
I can't wait for winds to blow my way.
Let them shake the world I know, I know my way,
I know that songs that died unsung knew their way too.
Most songs do, most songs do.

[Chorus]

All night long,
Someone's trying to believe he's strong.
Will he make it by the break of the day?
Who can say who's power is growing.

[Chorus]
 
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