- from the album "Sold Out - Rod McKuen Live at Carnegie Hall", 1969
It makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
Every street’s a battlefield and every door’s a jail
never the sword and not the shield, can stop the widow’s wail.
I cannot understand, I cannot understand,
why terror rumbles in our land.
And it makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
Every day’s a lonesome day, that lasts a lonesome year
when in churches children pray
they don’t chase away the fear.
I cannot understand, I will not understand,
why freedom stumbles in our land.
And it makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
Every door’s a battlefield, every street’s a jail
never the sword and not the shield can stop the widow’s wail.
I cannot understand, I will not understand,
why terror rumbles in our land.
And it makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
Again...
It makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
Let’s do that chorus again...
Well it makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
It makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another.
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
Every street’s a battlefield and every door’s a jail
never the sword and not the shield, can stop the widow’s wail.
I cannot understand, I cannot understand,
why terror rumbles in our land.
And it makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
Every day’s a lonesome day, that lasts a lonesome year
when in churches children pray
they don’t chase away the fear.
I cannot understand, I will not understand,
why freedom stumbles in our land.
And it makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
Every door’s a battlefield, every street’s a jail
never the sword and not the shield can stop the widow’s wail.
I cannot understand, I will not understand,
why terror rumbles in our land.
And it makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
Again...
It makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
Let’s do that chorus again...
Well it makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
It makes me cry to see the things some men do to one another.
makes me cry to see the things some men do.
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