It's awful hard to find a job
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On one side the government,
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the other the mob
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Hey, hey ain't that right
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The workin' man's in
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for a hell of a fight.
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Oh, this country
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sure looks good to me
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But these fences are
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comin' apart at every nail.
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Way up on the old dew line
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Some of the boys were feelin' fine
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A big light flashed across the sky
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But somethin' else went slippin' by
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Meanwhile at the Pentagon
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The brass was a wonderin'
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what went wrong.
|
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Oh, this country
|
sure looks good to me
|
But these fences are
|
comin' apart at every nail.
|
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Hey hey, ain't that right
|
The workin' man's in
|
for a hell of a fight.
|
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Oh, this country
|
sure looks good to me
|
But these fences are
|
comin' apart at every nail.
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Comin' Apart At Every Nail
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| Neil Young |
