Pubblicato in Broadside #83 (Agosto 1967)
They tell me how to be a great success
Just see that I am quite correctly dressed
Don't hit his onor with a hist'ry book
Don't give a cop a dirty look
Oh I don't know, but I've been told.
They tell me let them supervise the fight
There's no one but the expert knows what's right
There's no one fighting here upon our shore
So you see you needn't worry any more
Oh I don't know, but I've been told.
They say stay out of that bad neighborhood
There's nothing [here of any worth or good
The people there were born all full of hate
Its just a matter of fate
Oh I don't know, but I've been told.
They say we've got to fight to keep men free
We're saving all the world from slavery
The people all are fighting to be slaves
That's just the way those foreigners behave
Oh I don't know, but I've been told.
They say please put your troubled mind at rest
The good Lord up in Heaven knows what's best
You know if he weren't guiding things so well
we'd all be living in Hell
Oh I don't know, but I've been told.
They say put down your picket sign, my son
The battles you were fighting all are won
The Test Ban Treaty outlawed World War III
The Bills of Civil Rights made all men free
Oh I don't know, but I've been told
Just see that I am quite correctly dressed
Don't hit his onor with a hist'ry book
Don't give a cop a dirty look
Oh I don't know, but I've been told.
They tell me let them supervise the fight
There's no one but the expert knows what's right
There's no one fighting here upon our shore
So you see you needn't worry any more
Oh I don't know, but I've been told.
They say stay out of that bad neighborhood
There's nothing [here of any worth or good
The people there were born all full of hate
Its just a matter of fate
Oh I don't know, but I've been told.
They say we've got to fight to keep men free
We're saving all the world from slavery
The people all are fighting to be slaves
That's just the way those foreigners behave
Oh I don't know, but I've been told.
They say please put your troubled mind at rest
The good Lord up in Heaven knows what's best
You know if he weren't guiding things so well
we'd all be living in Hell
Oh I don't know, but I've been told.
They say put down your picket sign, my son
The battles you were fighting all are won
The Test Ban Treaty outlawed World War III
The Bills of Civil Rights made all men free
Oh I don't know, but I've been told
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