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War President 2017
04:59
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He could hasten the end
Does this man have one friend?
How many millions could die?
With The Button close by?
Now take a very sad man
Who's got a very mad plan
He'll slash taxes for the wealthy
But says the minimum wage isn't healthy
He rode a tide of fake news
Steve Bannon hates blacks and Jews
Four-hundred million bucks in buildings and land
His rich daddy passed into his greedy hands
A vain, preening divider
Accidentally elected as we lost our way
A dog-whistle blower and con man
Honest Abe and Ike turn over in their graves
A gang of ignorant hacks
With alternative facts
He says he's very good at business
Mr. BankTRUMPcy, that is nonsense
He'll send our kids into hell
Just another big sell
He sees nothing but chaos and crisis
Even though Obama's bombed the hell out of ISIS
A vain, preening divider
Accidentally elected as we lost our way
A dog-whistle blower and con man
Honest Abe and Ike turn over in their graves
This sabre rattler has some nerve
During 'Nam he never served
His deferments numbered five
As 58,000 of our guys lost their lives
Folks ripped off at Trump U
Steaks as tender as a shoe
Our fearless leader, Moe Howard
A stooge, a hypocrite and a coward
A vain, preening divider
Accidentally elected as we lost our way
A dog-whistle blower and con man
Honest Abe and Ike turn over in their graves
For power, he's got the itch
Putin's made him his bitch
Ruskie hackers got Hillary’s goat
She’s up 3 million in the popular vote
Born in the lap of luxury
He's not like you and me
A lifetime waited on hand and foot
He wants to give 11 million people the boot
A vain, preening divider
Accidentally elected as we lost our way
A dog-whistle blower and con man
Honest Abe and Ike turn over in their graves
Bin Laden's no longer free
Stocks and jobs are on a spree
Our deficit has radically shrunk
But the orange man says it's all bunk
This prep school boy is a chicken-hawk
From the school of soft knocks
His shock 'n' awe could be frightening
As long as somebody else does the fighting
A vain, preening divider
Accidentally elected as we lost our way
A dog-whistle blower and con man
Honest Abe and Ike turn over in their graves
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2. |
The Good Fight
03:57
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A dysfunctional White House for the next four years
We cannot wait to right that wrong
90 percent of us have healthcare after year of tears
Now we'd be sold out for a song
Gonna try to fight what's wrong
Even if it takes too long
We'll flag the exploitation of hate and fear
We need to try to right what's wrong
Give up the good fight
And everybody loses
There's a chance you can take
You've got a choice; you better choose it
Blame the poor for their plight
And you know you just abuse them
Give up the good fight
And everybody loses
We got 16 million jobs back, but it's called disaster
You wonder what planet they're on
They say they'll replace healthcare, but don't say what comes after
They're trying to sell us one big con
Gonna try to fight what's wrong
Even if it takes too long
We'll flag the exploitation of hate and fear
We need to try to right what's wrong
Give up the good fight
And everybody loses
There's a chance you can take
You've got a choice; you better choose it
They say they’ll bring back our jobs
But they'd run out all the unions
Give up the good fight
And everybody loses
A dysfunctional White House for the next four years
We cannot wait to right that wrong
90 percent of us have healthcare after year of tears
Now we'd be sold out for a song
We got 16 million jobs back, but it's called disaster
You wonder what planet they're on
They say they'll replace healthcare, but don't say what comes after
They're trying to sell us one big con
Gonna try to fight what's wrong
Even if it takes too long
We'll flag the exploitation of hate and fear
We need to try to right what's wrong
Give up the good fight
And everybody loses
There's a chance you can take
You've got a choice; you better choose it
They tear down our schools
Pandering tax cuts that are useless
Give up the good fight
And everybody loses
Keep up the good fight!
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Sonora Saskatchewan
04:29
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Forty thousand years ago
The land gave birth to children
They fit her like an arrow fits a string
Mother’s growin’ older now
Her children can’t be quiet,
If you listen, you can sometimes hear them sing
Hey-ya hey-ya-hey hey ya hey
Uranium and the Navajo
Yellow mountains lay them low
The devil loose to run along the land
Lakota treaty provisions broken
Court decisions and the Black Hills stolen
You don’t take feathers from a blind old medicine man
The wind flows freely over the border,
Doesn’t seem to care which side she’s on
If I were wind my struggle would be over
Sonora Saskatchewan
The Sioux went north and the Apache South,
To rest from the bullets and the soldiers mounts
Men women and children in the heart of the wind
Into Canada and to Mexico,
They slipped through the fingers of the conqueror
Livin’ in the land with the will to win
The wind flows freely over the border,
Doesn’t seem to care which side she’s on
If I were wind my struggle would be over
Sonora Saskatchewan
Sonora Saskatchewan
Sonora Saskatchewan
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4. |
Ode to Chet
02:41
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5. |
Woody
03:53
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The swaying of a boxcar
To the clicking of the rails
A slow freight out of Omaha
Winding through the hail
I think of mama's kitchen
In the house we use to own
I remember the farmland
Before the dust blew it away
No I ain't cryin'
I won't tell you no lie
No I ain't cryin'
Just got a cinder in my eye
Just west of Cheyenne
We're climbing that Sherman grade
It's three in morning
In the January cold
The rags that I'm wearing
No they don't hold out the chill
I hope I don't freeze to death
Before I reach the promise land
No I ain't cryin'
I won't tell you no lie
No I ain't cryin'
Just got a cinder in my eye
In the land of milk and honey
In Barstow I'm hanging round
They won't even give a drink of water
To an Okie in this town
No I ain't cryin'
I won't tell you no lie
No I ain't cryin'
Just got a cinder in my eye
No I ain't cryin'
I won't tell you no lie
No I ain't cryin'
Just got a cinder in my eye
No I ain't cryin'
Just got a cinder in my eye
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6. |
If You Don't Step Up
03:59
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Human goodness doesn't get very far
The Dark Ages don't seem to far from where we are
People fighting for their "sacred belief"
People dying. No one giving relief
Those that could help can only think of me, me
Rather spend time wishing for a bigger SUV
If you don't step up, do you think anybody else will?
They're too busy seeking the next thrill
We're all worried about the terrorists
Do you ever wonder why it's come to this?
We're not looking at the root cause
If we did, it might give us pause
People living in squalor and abject poverty
Paradise is the only hope they see
If you don't step up, do you think anybody else will?
They're too busy seeking the next thrill
For the triumph of ignorance and evil
All that's required is good people sitting still
If we really want freedom to ring
We the people should stand up and sing
No one makes a change if they don't try
Those that don't have no business asking why
If you don't step up, do you think anybody else will?
They're too busy seeking the next thrill
What kind of planet will we leave the kids?
Will they be proud -- or ashamed of what we did?
Will we choose war, greed, paranoia and hate?
Or heed the preacher who gave his life on a torture stake?
After all, it's really up to you and up to me
We can choose freedom or national insecurity
Yea, we must step up and have faith, knowing time will tell
If we don't step up, there's no chance in -- well
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The Stragglyrs San Jose, California
Original songs featuring harmony vocals and rootsy, guitar-driven folk-rock and country rock are the hallmark of the Stragglyrs. Members are Larry Ingenthron on guitar and vocals; Bill Mishler on drums, harmonica and vocals; Chris Purdum on bass, rhythm guitar, flute and vocals; and Autumn Rose on banjo and vocals. ... more
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