Oh, a rifle took its aim and a man fell to the ground.
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He tried to stand again but everybody held him down:
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A time of terror when the bullet pierced the air --
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I know that couldn't happen here.
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Oh, it must have been another country --
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Yes, it must have been another land.
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That couldn't happen in the U.S.A.
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We'd never treat a man that way.
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And a migrant worker sweats underneath the blazin' sun.
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He's fallen on his knees but his work is never done.
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He begs someone to listen but nobody seems to care,
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And I know that couldn't happen here.
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Oh, it must have been another country --
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Yes, it must have been another land.
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That couldn't happen in the U.S.A.
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We'd never treat a man that way.
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And a man is working steady, it's good money he receives
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But he's thrown out of work for the wrong things he believes.
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He didn't have the thoughts most everybody shares.
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I know that couldn't happen here,
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so it must have been another country --
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Yes, it must have been another land.
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That couldn't happen in the U.S.A.
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We'd never treat a man that way.
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And a man is sent to prison to wait until he dies.
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He fights to save his life, for years and years he tries.
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Even though he changed himself he dies upon the chair.
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I know that couldn't happen here.
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Oh, it must have been another country --
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Yes, it must have been another land.
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That couldn't happen in the U.S.A.
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We'd never treat a man that way.
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Oh, I know we'd never treat a man that way.
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Another Country
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| Phil Ochs |
