Ten hundred books could I write you about her
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Because I felt if I could know her
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I would know all women
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And they've not been any too well known
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for brains and planning and organised thinking
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But I'm sure the women are equal
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And they may be ahead of the men
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Yet I wouldn't spread such a rumor around
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because one organises the other
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And sometimes the most lost and wasted
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attract the most balanced and sane
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And the wild and the reckless take up
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with the clocked and the timed
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And the mixture is all of us
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And we're still mixing
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But never, never, never,
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Never could have it been done
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If the women hadn't entered into the deal
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Like she came along to me
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And all creeds and kinds and colors
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of us are blending
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Till I suppose ten million years from now
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we'll all be just alike
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Same color, same size, working together
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And maybe we'll have all of the fascists
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out of the way by then
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Maybe so.
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WORDS: Woody Guthrie 1942 - MUSIC: Bragg/Tweedy/Bennett
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She Came Along To Me
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| Billy Bragg |
