Intro: G Cm G Cm G Cm
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G Cm G Cm
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Show me a prison, show me a jail,
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G Em Am D
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Show me a prisoner whose face has gone pale
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Em C Am
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And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
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Bm G Am D
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And there but for fortune, may go you or I
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Show me the alley, show me the train,
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Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain,
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And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
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There but for fortune, may go you or go I -- you and I.
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Show me the whiskey stains on the floor,
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Show me the dunken man as he stumbles out the door,
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And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
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There but for fortune, may go you or go I -- you and I.
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[Extra verse... written by Noel Paul Stookey]
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Show me the famine, show me the frail
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Eyes with no future that show how we failed
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And I'll show you the children with so many reasons why
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There but for fortune, go you or I.
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Show me the country where bombs had to fall,
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Show me the ruins of buildings once so tall,
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And I'll show you a young land with so many reasons why
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There but for fortune, go you or go I -- you and I.
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You and I,
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There but for fortune, go you or go I -- you and I.
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Here it is in French (supplied by William Curtis):
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Je vois le prison
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Je vois la nuit
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Je vois le prisonnier qui pleure sa vie
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Et je me dis souvent
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Quand je m'endors dans tes bras
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Ou va la chance, a toi ? a moi ?
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Je vois des blessures
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Jamais gueries
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Je vois le vagabond
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Quit dort sous la pluie
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Je vois cet homme
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Au coeur perdu
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Qui boit pour ne plus voir
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Ce qu'il est devenu
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Je vois des villes
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Dont les maisons
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Un jour sous la guerre
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Ont croule sans raison
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There but for Fortune
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| Phil Ochs |
