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Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky, Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes all the same. There's a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. And the people in the houses All went to the university, Where they were put in boxes And they came out all the same, And there's doctors and lawyers, And business executives, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. And they all play on the golf course And drink their martinis dry, And they all have pretty children And the children go to school, And the children go to summer camp And then to the university, Where they are put in boxes And they come out all the same. And the boys go into business And marry and raise a family In boxes made of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. There's a green one and a pink one And a blue one and a yellow one, And they're all made out of ticky tacky And they all look just the same. |
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| 1:46 |
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We are climbing Jacob's ladder
We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder Brothers, sisters, all Every rung goes higher and higher Every rung goes higher and higher Every rung goes higher and higher Brothers, sisters, all We are dancing Sarah's circle We are dancing Sarah's circle We are dancing Sarah's circle Sisters, brothers, all Every round a generation Every round a generation Every round a generation Sisters, brothers, all We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder We are climbing Jacob's ladder Brothers, sisters, all ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By HORNSBY, BRUCE / HORNSBY, JONATHAN <i>Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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| 3. |
| 1:54 |
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Where have all the flowers gone,
Long time passing, Where have all the flowers gone, Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone, Young girls picked them every one When will they ever learn When will they ever learn Where have all the young girls gone, Long time passing, Where have all the young girls gone, Long time ago, Where have all the young girls gone, gone to young men every one When will they ever learn When will they ever learn Where have all the young men gone, Long time passing, Where have all the young men gone, Long time ago, Where have all the young men gone, gone to soldiers every one, When will they ever learn When will they ever learn Where have all the soldiers gone, Long time passing, Where have all the soldiers gone, Long time ago, Where have all the soldiers gone, Gone to graveyards every one When will they ever learn When will they ever learn Where have all the graveyards gone, Long time passing, Where have all the graveyards gone, Long time ago, Where have all the graveyards gone, Gone to flowers every one When will they ever learn When will they ever learn |
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| 5. |
| 5:18 |
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Oh, what will you give me?
Say the sad bells of Rhymney. Is there hope for the future? Say the brown bells of Merther. Who made the mine open? Say the black bells of Rhonda. And who killed the miner? Say the grim bells of Lina. Who aband' us in court? Say the bells of Newport. All will be well if-if-if-if-if, Say the green bells of Cardiff. Why so worried, sister why? Say the silver bells of Whye. And what will you give me? say the sad bells of Rhymney. Oh, what will you give me? Say the sad bells of Rymney. Is there hope for the future? Say the brown bells of Merther. Who made the mine open? Say the black bells of Rhonda. And who killed the miner? Say the grim bells of Lina. |
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| 3:11 |
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To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven A time to build up,a time to break down A time to dance, a time to mourn A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven A time of love, a time of hate A time of war, a time of peace A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing To everything (turn, turn, turn) There is a season (turn, turn, turn) And a time for every purpose, under heaven A time to gain, a time to lose A time to rend, a time to sew A time to love, a time to hate A time for peace, I swear its not too late |
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| 7. |
| 3:53 |
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Now, if you want higher wages let me tell you what to do
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you You got to build you a union, got to make it strong But if you all stick together, boys, it won't be long You get shorter hours, better working conditions Vacations with pay. Take your kids to the seashore It ain't quite this simple, so I better explain Just why you got to ride on the union train 'Cause if you wait for the boss to raise your pay We'll all be a-waitin' 'til Judgment Day We'll all be buried, gone to heaven St. Peter'll be the straw boss then Now you know you're underpaid but the boss says you ain't He speeds up the work 'til you're 'bout to faint You may be down and out, but you ain't beaten You can pass out a leaflet and call a meetin' Talk it over, speak your mind Decide to do somethin' about it Course, the boss may persuade some poor damn fool To go to your meetin' and act like a stool But you can always tell a stool, though, that's a fact He's got a yaller streak a-runnin' down his back He doesn't have to stool, he'll always get along On what he takes out of blind men's cups You got a union now, and you're sittin' pretty Put some of the boys on the steering committee The boss won't listen when one guy squawks But he's got to listen when the union talks He'd better, be mighty lonely Everybody decide to walk out on him Suppose they're working you so hard it's just outrageous And they're paying you all starvation wages You go to the boss and the boss would yell "Before I raise your pay I'd see you all in hell." Well, he's puffing a big cigar, feeling mighty slick 'Cause he thinks he's got your union licked Well, he looks out the window and what does he see But a thousand pickets, and they all agree He's a bastard, unfair, slavedriver Bet he beats his wife Now, boys, you've come to the hardest time The boss will try to bust your picket line He'll call out the police, the National Guard They'll tell you it's a crime to have a union card They'll raid your meetin', they'll hit you on the head They'll call every one of you a goddam red Unpatriotic, Japanese spies, sabotaging national defense But out at Ford, here's what they found And out at Vultee, here's what they found And out at Allis-Chalmers, here's what they found And down at Bethlehem, here's what they found That if you don't let red-baiting break you up And if you don't let stoolpigeons break you up And if you don't let vigilantes break you up And if you don't let race hatred break you up You'll win. What I mean, take it easy, but take it |
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Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on? Which side are you on boys? Which side are you on? They say in Harlan County There are no neutrals there. You'll either be a union man Or a thug for J. H. Blair. Which side are you on boys? Which side are you on? Which side are you on boys? Which side are you on? My dady was a miner, And I'm a miner's son, He'll be with you fellow workers Until this battle's won. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Oh workers can you stand it? Oh tell me how you can? Will you be a lousy scab Or will you be a man? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Come all you good workers, Good news to you I'll tell Of how the good old union Has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? |
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| 4:40 |
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We shall overcome,
We shall overcome, We shall overcome, some day. Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome, some day. We'll walk hand in hand, We'll walk hand in hand, We'll walk hand in hand, some day. Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome, some day. We shall live in peace, We shall live in peace, We shall live in peace, some day. Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome, some day. We are not afraid, We are not afraid, We are not afraid, TODAY Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome, some day. The whole wide world around The whole wide world around The whole wide world around some day Oh, deep in my heart, I do believe We shall overcome, some day. |
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| 2:06 |
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(Traditional)
You know the guitar came to Europe with the gypsies 700 years ago Spain brought the guitar to Mexico 400 years ago U.S.A. picked a quarrel with Mexico and got Texas and California And it also got the guitar and the guitar got us It was Afro American people in the south That worked out this way of playing it though You know in Europe they usually play a guitar But the Afro American peple worked out a way to play it Just like a drum band The base strings were played by a thumb with a steady beat And the top strings were played With the finger and got all the little off beats Up in Syracuse there's a 92 year old woman Who wrote a song, which some of you may know She plays it, who knows it? Freight train, freight train goin' so fast Freight train, freight train goin' so fast Please don't tell them which train I'm on So they won't know which route I've gone When I die just bury me deep Down at the foot of old Chestnut Street So I can hear old number nine As she goes roaring by Freight train, freight train goin' so fast Freight train, freight train goin' so fast Please don't tell them which train I'm on So they won't know which route I've gone When I'm dead and in my grave No more good times do I crave Place the tombstone at my head and my feet Tell my friends that I've gone to sleep Freight train, freight train goin' so fast Freight train, freight train goin' so fast Please don't tell them which train I'm on So they won't know which route I've gone |
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| 2:47 |
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Wake up wake up darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound The revenue officers are coming They're gonna tear your still house down Well the first time I seen darling Corey She was sitting on the banks of the sea Had a forty-four around her body And a banjo on her knee Go away go away darling Corey Quit hanging around my bed Your liquor has ruined my body Pretty women gone to my head Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow Dig a hole in the cold cold ground Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow Gonna lay darling Corey down Can't you hear those bluebirds a singing Don't you hear that mournful sound They're preaching darling Corey's funeral In some lonesome graveyard ground Wake up wake up Darlin Corey And go get me my gun I ain't no man for fightin' But I'll die before I run |
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| 4:38 |
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The words mean, I am a truthful man
From the land of the palm trees And before dying, I want to share the poems of my soul My poems are soft green, My poems are also flaming crimson My poems are like a wounded fawn Seeking refuge in the forest The last verse says "con los pobres de la tierra" With the poor people of this earth I want to share my fate The streams of the mountain Pleases me more than the sea |
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