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He's the last of the protest singers,
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Selling truth and commitment,
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He don't get much work these days,
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He's billed as a novelty act,
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And he stands there with his thumb out,
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Hitching a ride towards the rainbow,
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That only he sees shining there,
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They say he's a fool, and that's a fact,
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Oh, oh, oh¡¦.
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Yes he's the last of the protest singers,
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Staring, as he's strumming,
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For he sees the dark clouds coming now,
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And he says he feels those first few drops,
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He sees he cannot reach them,
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So he tries to sing out louder,
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And I say, "you're getting hoarser boy,
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He says, "should I give up and stop?"
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Oh, oh, oh¡¦
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But I say, "that's really not good enough, cause there's enough of that kind of stuff"
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And I say, "that's really not good enough, cause there's enough of that kind of stuff"
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And he says, "I can't believe nobody cares anymore,
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And he says, "I can't believe nobody shares anymore,
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And he says, "I can't believe nobody cares like before,
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He says, "I can't believe it's really true, don't you care anymore?"
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Yes he's the last of the protest singers,
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But sometimes I believe him,
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As he stands on his cold street corner saying,
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"It's what I say not what I am",
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But late at night, I hold him,
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He shivers and starts his crying and says,
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"Should I just play some rock and roll,
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cause nobody really gives a damn?"
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Oh, oh, oh¡¦
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Chorus:
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Yes he's the last of the protest singers,
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Selling truth and commitment,
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He don't get much work these days,
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He's billed as a novelty act,
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And he stands there with his thumb out,
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Hitching a ride towards the rainbow,
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That only he sees shining there,
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They say he's a fool, and that's a fact,
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Oh, oh, oh¡¦
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There's enough of that kind of stuff!
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Last of the Protest Singers
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Harry Chapin |