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Walkin' down an Alabama road Rememberin' what the Bible told D G D Am Walkin' with a letter in his hand D G D Am Dreaming of another southern land Am Walkin' down an Alabama road And he went by the name of William Moore Now what are you doing William Moore D G Am Why the letter in your hand? D G Am There's only one southern land And he went by the name of William Moore Am Em Am What price the glory of one man? C F What price the glory of one man? C Em What price the hopes, F G What price the dreams, C F G C And what price the glory of one man? Remembering what his grandfather done Fought for the south in '61 A hundred years have passed by since then Now Moore is fighting for the south again Remembering what his grandfather done Remembering the time in World War Two And the South Pacific Island that he knew Remembering the young men that he killed And the praying that the guns of hate be stilled Remembering the time in World War Two What price the glory of one man? What price the glory of one man? What price the hopes, What price the dreams, And what price the glory of one man? And they shot him on the Alabama road Forgot about what the Bible told They shot him with that letter in his hand As though he were a dog and not a man And they shot him on the Alabama road Did you say it was a shame when he died? Did you say he was fool because he tried? Did you wonder who had fired the gun? Did you know that it was you who fired the gun? Did you say it was a shame when he died? What price the glory of one man? What price the glory of one man? What price the hopes, What price the dreams, And what price the glory of one man? |
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Oh you tell me that there's danger to the land you call your own
And you watch them build the war machine right beside your home And you tell me that you're ready to go marchin' to the war I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for? Before you pack your rifle and sail across the sea Just think upon the southern part of the land that you call free Oh, there's many kinds of slavery and we've found many more I know you're set for fightin', but what are you fighting for? And before you walk out on your job in answer to the call Just think about the millions who have no job at all And the men who wait for handouts with their eyes upon the floor Oh I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for? Turn on your tv, turn it on so loud And watch the fool a smiling there and tell me that you're proud And listen to your radio, the noise it starts to pour Oh I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for? Read your morning papers, read every single line And tell me if you can believe that simple world you find Read every slanted word till your eyes are getting sore, I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for? And listen to your leaders, the ones who won the race As they stand right there before you and lie into your face If you ever try to buy them, you know what they stand for I know you're set for fighting, but what are you fighting for? Put ragged clothes upon your back and sleep upon the ground, And tell police about your rights as they drag you down, And ask them as they lead you to some deserted door, Yes, I know you're set for fightin', but what are you fightin' for? But the hardest thing I'll ask you, if you will only try Is take your children by their hands and look into their eyes And there you'll see the answer you should have seen before If you'll win the wars at home, there'll be no fighting anymore |
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G cm g cm Show me a prison, show me a jail, G em am d Show me a prisoner whose face has gone pale Em c am And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why Bm g am d And there but for fortune, may go you or i Show me the alley, show me the train, Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain, And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why There but for fortune, may go you or go i you and i. Show me the whiskey stains on the floor, Show me the dunken man as he stumbles out the door, And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why There but for fortune, may go you or go i you and i. [extra verse... written by noel paul stookey] Show me the famine, show me the frail Eyes with no future that show how we failed And i'll show you the children with so many reasons why There but for fortune, go you or i. Show me the country where bombs had to fall, Show me the ruins of buildings once so tall, And i'll show you a young land with so many reasons why There but for fortune, go you or go i you and i. You and i, There but for fortune, go you or go i you and i. Here it is in french (supplied by william curtis): Je vois le prison Je vois la nuit Je vois le prisonnier qui pleure sa vie Et je me dis souvent Quand je m'endors dans tes bras Ou va la chance, a toi ? a moi ? Je vois des blessures Jamais gueries Je vois le vagabond Quit dort sous la pluie Je vois cet homme Au coeur perdu Qui boit pour ne plus voir Ce qu'il est devenu Je vois des villes Dont les maisons Un j |
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In the state of Illinois 'bout nine years ago Dm C Bb A A cold blooded killer he went against the law Dm G He killed a factory guard when his robbery did fail Dm C G And they caught him and they threw him in the jail. He lay there in his cell locked up with his hate Not many men knew of him and less cared for his fate. And he knew no peace of mind when his trial was comin' by The judge said, "You are guilty you must die." Bb F But Paul Crump is alive today C F He's a-sittin' in a cell, he's got somethin' to say Dm G Every man has got something to give C Am And if a man can change, then a man should live. They sent him to Cook County Jail, a jail known far and wide Where pity was a stranger and brave men often cry. They locked him in the death row to count the days before To the day they came a knockin' at his door. But another warden came along, Jack Johnson was his name; He knew how prison living could drive a man to shame. He had no need of pistols in a solitary cell But a word of trust would help him just as well But Paul Crump is alive today He's a-sittin' in a cell, he's got somethin' to say Every man has got something to give And if a man can change, then a man should live. Between the warden and the convict a friendship slowly grew And one learned from the other that a man can live anew. Then the warden called the convict, "You must leave the devil's plan "The time has come for you to be a man." Then the convict found religion and he started him to learn He wrote himself a novel called Burn Killer Burn . And as his dying day grew near, to the warden he did cry "You must pull the switch and I must die." But Paul Crump is alive today He's a-sittin' in a cell, he's got somethin' to say Every man has got something to give And if a man can change, then a man should live. It was up to Governor Kerner to keep him from the grave Was rehabilitation a reason to be saved? The hour was comin' closer, the word was spread around A new and better answer must be found. Well the electric chair was cheated, the convict didn't pay. A new concept of justice was born and raised that day. Now throughout this peaceful land there are others set to die What better time than now to question why? But Paul Crump is alive today He's a-sittin' in a cell, he's got somethin' to say Every man has got something to give And if a man can change, then a man should live. |
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Well, once I heard some people say, "if you gotta travel
There's just one way, you gotta leave the ground, gotta go Through the air, gotta find a pilot and pay your fare You gotta sail through the sky. In other words, you gotta fly". Yes, statistics show it's the way to go, Well, it's safer than your car, you know; It's safer than your home, safter than your street, About the safes place to put your feet; Statistics don't lie... But statistics don't die, either. Well, once I heard bob dylan say: You gotta take a train -- it's the only way; Well, nothin' ever happens to trains at all -- There was just one accident he could recall: A plane crashed into it... People flying in all directions, then. One day when the sky was blue, I boarded a plane and off we flew, Looked out the window, insurance in my hand, Just like columbus searching searching for land; Swearin' I'd never fly again... Just like the last time. Then one of the stewardesses ambled by, And suddenly I wasn't afraid to die; She brought me coffee, pillows and tea, Said, "you're as safe as you can be" Said there's nothing to worry about... Then she flew out the door somebody forgot to close Right. The plane kept going higher and higher, I could swear both the wings were on fire, So I opened the cockpit door And the pilot was layin' on the floor With the other stewardess... She said, "fly now and pay later"... Then the plane dropped down about a mile or two, She lurched about, I swore I was through; My stomach was heavin' -- it was tied in a knot -- Little paper bag was all I got -- That's the bag I'm in...pilot said we hit an air Pocket.. Must've been a pocket with an awful big hole in it... Well, at last the trip was near the end, The airport was comin' round the bend, But all my anxious eyes could see Was a thousand planes in the vicinity; They was landin' and leavin' and wavin' at each other, Wing to win and brother to brother, The pilot was swearin' and swervin' around, But he said, "don't worry, we have radar somewhere on the ground". I wasn't worried...i was crawlin' up the aisle Screamin': "jesus saves". The trip didn't do me too much harm, But I did spend a year on the happy-farm; They couldn't understand why I kissed the ground, Chewed the concrete and swallowed it down; Sure tasted good...like laguardia dirt should. /pre> |
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How long, how long can we go on F# g b How long, how long can we go on, C d This troubled land may never last C d em There is no future in the past How far, how far have we gone How far, how far have we gone, So many battles without a gain (so many struggles have we lost) So many young men lost in vain. (so many men on the cross) *chorus* G d Why the fear of the coming of the morning? G em Why the trembling at the call? G d Can't we hear the final warning, C em Can't we see the writing on the wall? So many years before the dawn, So many years before the dawn, So many children have never grown So many cannonballs have flown. (so many dogs have hid their bone) So many rains have had to fall, So many rains have had to fall, So many storms before the flood So many rainbows red with blood. Why the fear of the comin' of the morning? Why the trembling at the call? Can't we hear the final warning? Can't we see the writing on the wall? How long, how long can we go on How long, how long can we go on, This troubled land may never last There is no future in the past. /pre> |
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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 children five; The spring was fast approaching, it was good to be alive. His wife, she begged and pleaded, "you have to leave this game. Is it worth the bloodshed and is it worth the pain? " But davey could not hear above the cheering crowd He was a champion, and champions are proud. Hang his gloves upon the wall, shine his trophies bright clear, Another man will fall before we dry our tears For the fighters must destroy as the poets must sing, As the hungry crowd must gather for the blood upon the ring. And thousands gave a roar when davey moore walked in, Another man to beat, another purse to win And all along the ringside, a sight beyond compare The money-chasing vultures were waiting for their share, He stood there in his corner and he waited for the bell; The signal of the struggle of two men facin' hell; And when the bell was sounded, the blows began to rain, And blows will lead to hate -- hate drives men insane. *chorus* The fists were flying fast and hard, the sweat was pouring down, And davey moore grew weaker with ev'ry passin' round. His legs began to wobble and his arms began to strain, He fell upon the canvas floor, a fog around his brain. At last the fight was over, young davey fought no more, He lost the final battle behind a doctor's door. And back at the arena, the screaming crowd is gone, And death is waiting ringside, for the next fight to come on. *chorus* |
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In the state of mississippi many years ago Am em A boy of 14 years got a taste of southern law Em g d He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime Am em And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind Am d g Chorus: too many martyrs and too many dead Am d g (em optional) Too many lies too many empty words were said Am d g Too many times for too many angry men Am d em Oh let it never be again His name was medgar evers and he walked his road alone Like emmett till and thousands more whose names we'll never know They tried to burn his home and they beat him to the ground But deep inside they both knew what it took to bring him down *chorus* The killer waited by his home hidden by the night As evers stepped out from his car into the rifle sight He slowly squeezed the trigger, the bullet left his side It struck the heart of every man when evers fell and died. *chorus* And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear Laid him in his grave when the victory was near While we waited for the future for freedom through the land (*) The country gained a killer and the country lost a man *chorus* /pre> |
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SPOKEN: Well, I think, whenever there's a deep tragedy,
There's also present something of the ridiculous. So I'd like to do you a song now, Called "Talking Birmingham Jam." Walkin' down to Birmingham, 'way down South in Dixie land, I thought that I would stop awhile, Take a vacation, Southern style. Got some Southern hospitality, Down there in a Southern hospital. Well, all the signs there said, "Welcome in, Welcome, if you're White, my friend. Come along, and watch the fights; Well, we feed our dogs on Civil Rights. We believe in Segregation -- Negroes in one mob, Policemen, politicians, dogs in the other!" Well, I've seen travelin' many ways, I've traveled in cars and old subways. But in Birmingham, some people chose The flight on the street from a fire hose, Doin' some hard travelin', From hydrants a-plenty! Well, a pack of dogs was standin' by, I walked up to them and I said "Hi." Well, I asked one dog what they all were doin'; He walked up to me and started chewin' -- It was a black dog, Seems ev'rybody down there is prejudiced! Well, I said, "There must be some man around, There can't be only you dogs in town." They said, "Sure, we have Old Bull Connor, There he goes, walkin' yonder, Throwin' some raw meat to the Mayor, Feedin' bones to the City Council!" Well, I said, "There's still something missing here, You must have a Governor, somewhere." "Sure, he's done his duty, he ain't no fool, He's blocking our kids from our schools, Standin' in the doorway, crackin' jokes, Gettin' re-elected!" So I asked 'em how they spent their time With Segregation on their mind. They said, "If you don't like to live this way, Get outa here, go back to the U.S.A, Live with all them Russians, New York agitators!" Some say they'd passed their darkest hour, Those moderates are back in power. They'll listen close, with open ears, They'll help us out in a couple a-hundred years; But don't push 'em, whatever you do, Or else you get those extremists back in! You see, Alabama is a sovereign state, With sovereign dogs and sovereign hate. They stand for the Bible, for the Constitution, They stand against Communist revolution. They say, "It's Pinkoes like you That free the slaves!" |
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Phil Ochs Written by Phil Ochs Oh, I'm just a typical American boy from a typical American town I believe in God and Senator Dodd and a-keepin' old Castro down And when it came my time to serve I knew "better dead than red" But when I got to my old draft board, buddy, this is what I said: |
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Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans
At the end of the early British war The young land started growing The young blood started flowing But I ain't marchin' anymore For I've killed my share of Indians In a thousand different fights I was there at the Little Big Horn I heard many men lying I saw many more dying But I ain't marchin' anymore chorus) It's always the old to lead us to the war It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won with the saber and the gun Tell me is it worth it all For I stole California from the Mexican land Fought in the bloody Civil War Yes I even killed my brothers And so many others But I ain't marchin' anymore For I marched to the battles of the German trench In a war that was bound to end all wars Oh I must have killed a million men And now they want me back again But I ain't marchin' anymore (chorus) For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky Set off the mighty mushroom roar When I saw the cities burning I knew that I was learning That I ain't marchin' anymore Now the labor leader's screamin' when they close the missile plants, United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore, Call it "Peace" or call it "Treason," Call it "Love" or call it "Reason," But I ain't marchin' any more, No I ain't marchin' any more |
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Come you ranks of labor, come you union core,
C D A And see if you remember the struggles of before, F#m D E When you were standing helpless on the outside of the door Bm E A And you started building links on the Chain. Bm D E A On the Chain, you started building links on the Chain. When the police on the horses were waitin' on demand, ridin' through the strike with the pistols in their hands, Swingin' at the skulls of many a union man, As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain, As you built one more link on the chain. Then the army of the fascists tried to put you on the run, but the army of the union, they did what could be done, Oh, the power of the factory was greater than the gun, As you built one more link on the chain, on the chain, As you built one more link on the chain. And then in 1954, decisions finally made, The black man was a-risin' fast and racin' from the shade, And your union took no stand and your union was betrayed, As you lost yourself a link on the chain, on the chain, As you lost yourslef a link on the chain. And then there came the boycotts and then the freedom rides, And forgetting what you stood for, you tried to block the tide, Oh, the automation bosses werre laughin' on the side, As they watched you lose your link on the chain, on the chain, As they watched you lose your link on the chain. You know when they block your trucks boys, by layin' on the road, All that they are doin' is all that you have showed, That you gotta strike, you gotta fight to get what you are owed, When you're building all your links on the chain, on the chain, When you're building all your links on the chain. Amd the man who tries to tell you that they'll take your job away, He's the same man who was scabbin' hard just the other day, And your union's not a union till he's thrown out of the way, And he's chokin' on your links of the chain, of the chain, And he's chokin' on your links of the chain. For now the times are tellin' you the times are rollin' on, And you're fighting for the same thing, the jobs that will be gone, Now it's only fair to ask you boys, which side are you on? As you're buildin' all your links on the chain, on the chain, As you're buildin' all your links on the chain |
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Sailing over to Vietnam,
Southeast Asian Birmingham. Well training is the word we use, Nice word to have in case we lose. Training a million Vietnamese To fight for the wrong government and the American Way. Well they put me in a barracks house Just across the way from Laos. They said you're pretty safe when the troops deploy But don't turn your back on your house boy When they ring the gong, watch out for the Viet-Cong. Well the sergeant said it's time to train So I climbed aboard my helicopter plane. We flew above the battle ground A sniper tried to shoot us down. He must have forgotten, we're only trainees. Them Commies never fight fair. Friends the very next day we trained some more We burned some villages down to the floor. Yes we burned out the jungles far and wide, Made sure those red apes had no place left to hide. Threw all the people in relocation camps, Under lock and key, made damn sure they're free. Well I walked through the jungle and around the bend Who should I meet but President Diem. Said you're fighting to keep Vietnam free For good old de-em-moc-ra-cy (Diem-ocracy). That means rule by one family And 15,000 American troops, give or take a few Thousand. American. Troops. He said: "I was a fine old Christian man Ruling this backward Buddhist land. Well it ain't much but what the heck It sure beats hell out of Chiang Kai-shek I'm the power elite. Me and the 7th fleet." He said: "meet my sister, Madam Nhu The sweetheart of Dien Bien Phu" He said: "Meet my brothers, meet my aunts With the government that doesn't take a chance. Families that slay together, stay together." Said: "If you want to stay you'll have to pay Over a million dollars a day. But it's worth it all, don't you see? If you loose the country you'll still have me. Me and Syngman Rhee, Chiang Kai-shek, Madam Nhu. Like I said on _Meet the Press_ 'I regret that I have but one country to give for my life.'" Well now old Dien is gone and dead All the new leaders are anti-Red. Yes they're pro-American, freedom sensations Against Red China, the United Nations. Now all the news commentators and the CIA are saying, "Thank God for coincidence." |
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But it seems that every single dream's Painted pretty pictures in the air And it tumbles in despair And it starts to bend Until by the end its a nightmare I'm gonna give all I've got to give Cross my heart, and I hope to live I don't know But it's true, so many things you do Please you so they leave feeling warm It's the calm before the storm For the habit grows and before you know it you're deformed I'm gonna give all I've got to give Cross my heart, and I hope to live I don't know But I see that every thing is free When you're young and treasures you can take But the bridge is gonna break You reach the end screaming "It's all been a mistake" I'm gonna give all I've got to give Cross my heart, and I hope to live I don't know But it seems that every single dream's painted pretty pictures in the air Then it tumbles in despair And it starts to bend Until by the end its a nightmare I'm gonna give all I've got to give Cross my heart, and I hope to live |
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In the tube where I was born
I could have sworn There was so much to see There was so little to be But I was free World at my command Through the dots I ran Looking for a man who looked like me And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was raised I was amazed On the pictures I would lean That went flashing on the screen Oh, I was dazed But then my eyes were made hypnotized insane (?) Buried in my brain In a blinding blaze And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was grown I was alone The figure on the floor (Laying on the floor) The dream behind the door (I'd lock the closet door) The sound was low Ballgames on the street Disappeared behind my feet Out of breath my heart would be To see another show And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was made I was afraid Spinning through the space another scene, another face, Another shade Mirror of my mind On electric wheels of wine Living on the lines that were displayed And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was fed I lost my head I watch the lives they led Watch them to the end And then again An open kind of laugh I gave all the mind I had And whenever I was sad I had my friends And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was killed I was fulfiled Such an easy way to win Talking to my twin No sign of sin the sacrifice was small fascination was the fall I was extended by the wall that held me in And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was killed I was fulfilled The lies of light would bend I'd stare until the end And then again Faded and the fad I gave all the mind I had And whenever I was sad I had my friends And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high In the tube where I was born I could have sworn There was so much to see There was so little to be But I was free World at my command Through the dots I ran Looking for a man who looked like me And now it can be told I'm a quarter of a century old But I'm half a century high |
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Is there anybody here who'd like to change his clothes into a uniform
Is there anybody here who thinks they're only serving on a raging storm Is there anybody here with glory in their eyes loyal to the end, whose duty is to die I wanna see him I wanna wish him luck I wanna shake his hand, wanna call his name Put a medal on the man. Is there anybody here who'd like to wrap a flag around an early grave Is there anybody here who thinks they're standing taller on a battle wave Is there anybody here like to do his part |
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The fire-breathing Rebels arrive at the party early,
Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur. Asking handouts from the ladies, while they criticize the lords. Boasting of the murder of the very hands that pour. And the victims learn to giggle, for at least they are not bored. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The Hostess is enormous, she fills the room with perfume, She meets the guests and smothers them with greetings. And she asks "how are you" as she offers them a drink, The Countess of the social grace, who never seems to blink. And she promises to talk to you, if you promise not to think. And my shoulders had to shrug, as I crawled beneath the rug And retuned my piano. The Beauty of the hour is blazing in the present, She surrounds herself with those who would surrender. Floating in her flattery she's a trophy-prize, caressed. Protected by a pretty face, sometimes cursed, sometimes blessed. And she's staring down their desires, while they're staring down her dress. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The egos shine like lightbulbs, so bright you cannot see them, Blind each other blinder than a sandbox. All the fury of an argument, holding back their yawns, A challenge shakes the chandliers, the selfish swords are drawn. To the loser go the hangups, to the victor go the hangers on. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. They travel to the table, the host is served for supper, And they pass each other down for salt and pepper. And the conversation sparkles as their wits are dipped in wine, Dinosaurs on a diet, on each other they will dine. Then they pick their teeth and they squelch a belch saying: "Darling you tasted divine." And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The Wallflower is waiting, she hides behind composure. She'd love to dance and prays that no one asks her. Then she steals a glance at lovers while her fingers tease her hair. And she marvels at the confidence of those who hide their fears. Then her eyes are closed as she rides away with a foreign legionaire. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. Romeo is reeling, counting notches on his thighbone, Searching for one hundred and eleven. And he's charming as a cherub as he leads you to his web, Seducing queens and gypsy girls in the boudoir of his head. Then he wraps himself with a tablecloth and pretends he is a bed. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. The party must be over, even the Losers are leaving. But just one doubt is nagging at my caustic mind: So I snuck up close behind me and I gave myself a kiss, And I led myself to the mirror to expose what I had missed. There I saw a laughing maniac who was writing songs like this. And my shoulders had to shrug As I crawl beneath the rug And retune my piano. |
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And the ship sets the sail
They've lived the tale To carry to the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the anchor hits the sand The hungry hands Have tied them to the port The hour will be short For leisure on the land And the girls scent the air They seem so fair With paint on their face Soft is their embrace to lead them up the stairs Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the room dark and dim Touch of skin He asks her of her name She answers with no shame And not a sense of sin Until the fingers draw the blinds Sip of wine The cigarette of doubt The candle is blown out The darkness is so kind Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the shadows frame the light Same old sight Thrill has blown away Now all alone they lay Two strangers in the night Till his heart skips a beat He's on his feet To shipmates he must join She's counting up the coins He's swallowed by the street Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the bar hangs a cloud The whiskey's loud There's laughter in their eyes The lonely in disguse Are clinging to the crowd And the bottle fills the glass The haze is fast He's trembling for the taste Of passion gone to waste In memories of the past Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor In the alley, red with rain Cry of pain For love was but a smile Teasing all the while Now dancing down the drain 'Till the boys reach the dock They gently mock Lift him on their backs Lay him on his rack And leave beneath the light Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor And the ship sets the sail They've lived the tale To carry from the shore Straining at the oars Or staring from the rail And the sea bids farewell She waves in swells And sends them on their way Time has been her pay And time will have to tell Soon your sailing will be over Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |
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