Joan Baez
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Show me the prison, show me the jail
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Show me the prisoner, whose life has gone stale
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And I'll show you, young man,
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With so many reasons why
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there but for fortune, go you or I......mm.mm
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Show me the alley, show me the train
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Show me the hobo, who sleeps out in the rain
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And I'll show you, young man,
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With so many reasons why
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there but for fortune ,go you or I, mm.mm
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Show me the whiskey, stains on the floor
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Show me the drunkard, as he stumbles out the door
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And I'll show you, young man
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with so many reasons why
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there but for fortune go you or I, mmm,mm
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Show me the country, where the bombs had to fall
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Show me the ruins of the buildings, once so tall
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And I'll show you, young land
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with so many reasons why
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there but for fortune go you and I, you and I.
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There But For Fortune
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| Joan Baez |
