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Kiss My Ass

Country Joe and The Fish
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Scritta da Joe McDonald e Barry Melton, dall’EP “Resist! Sings Country Joe” e poi anche in ‎‎“Incredible! Live!”. In seguito compare in “Collector's Items: The First Three Eps”.‎

Resist Country Joe

Come la mitica I-Feel-Like-I'm-Fixin'-To-Die Rag, una canzone epocale che, già dal titolo, non richiede commento…
I got out of school and I was feeling kinda down,
I thought I'd join the Army just to take a look around.
I went on down to the recruiter man
And that's when all my troubles began. ‎

Well, I've been up, down and around
This country more than a couple of times,
But I never knew until I got into the Army
That thinking for yourself was a crime. ‎

Get over here, stand over there,
Let's see your identification.
Shut your mouth, son, get back in line,
We're sending you to South East Asia. ‎

Well, they gave me some shoes that hurt my feet
They gave me some food not fit to eat,
They told me that I wasn't fighting alone,
They sent me to Saigon and they stayed home. ‎

Well, I've been up, down and around
This country more than a couple of times,
But I never knew until I got into the Army
That thinking for yourself was a crime. ‎

Get over here, stand over there,
Let's see your identification.
Shut your mouth, son, get back in line,
We're sending you to South East Asia.
All right. ‎

One, two, three, four,
We don't want your fuckin' war,
A, B, C, D,
Get someone else, hey don't get me,
Left, right, left, right,
You know the whole damn thing puts me uptight. ‎

I done my duty and I fought my fight
And I thought I knew I was doing right,
But that's all over, I'm free at last,
An' if they want any more, they can kiss my ass. ‎

‎'Cause I've been up and down and around
This country more than a couple of times,
But I never knew until I got into the Army
That thinking for yourself was a crime. ‎

Get over here, stand over there,
Let's see your identification.
Shut your mouth, son, get back in line,
We're sending you to South East Asia — like hell. ‎

Contributed by Bartleby - 2011/12/21 - 11:51



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