Liberty, laughing and shaking your head
Can you carry the torch that'll bring home the dead
To the land of their fathers whose lives you have lead
To the station at the edge of the town
On the southbound train going down
Equality, quietly facing the fist
Are you angry and tired that your point has been missed
Will you go in the back-room and study the list
Of the gamblers using the phone
On the southbound train going down
Fraternity, failing to fight back the tears
Will it take an eternity breaking all the fears
And what will the passenger do when he hears
That he's already paid for the crown
On the southbound train going down
Can you carry the torch that'll bring home the dead
To the land of their fathers whose lives you have lead
To the station at the edge of the town
On the southbound train going down
Equality, quietly facing the fist
Are you angry and tired that your point has been missed
Will you go in the back-room and study the list
Of the gamblers using the phone
On the southbound train going down
Fraternity, failing to fight back the tears
Will it take an eternity breaking all the fears
And what will the passenger do when he hears
That he's already paid for the crown
On the southbound train going down
envoyé par Bernart Bartleby - 19/10/2020 - 21:06
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Scritta da Graham Nash
Nell'album "Graham Nash / David Crosby"
(Alla steel guitar, Jerry Garcia dei Grateful Dead)
Testo da Genius
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