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Eve of Destruction Lyrics by Barry McGuire
The eastern world it is explodin',
violence flarin', bullets loadin',
you're old enough to kill but not for votin',
you don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',
and even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
but you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
Can't you see the fears that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
and you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
and marches alone can't bring integration,
when human respect is disintegratin',
this whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
and you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
but when you return, it's the same old place,
the poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
you can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace,
and you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
no no you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Fortunate Son Lyrics by John Fogerty
Some folks are born to wave the flag,
Ooh, they're red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail to the chief",
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, don't they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son, no.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, no.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord,
And when you ask them, "How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son, son.
It ain't me, it ain't me; I ain't no fortunate one, one.
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one, no no no,
It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no,
I feel Like I’m Fixin to Die (Next Stop Vietnam)
Country Joe and the Fish
Well, come on all of you, big strong Your big chance has come at last.
men, Now you can go out and get those reds
Uncle Sam needs your help again. 'Cause the only good commie is the one
He's got himself in a terrible jam that's dead
Way down yonder in Vietnam And you know that peace can only be
So put down your books and pick up a won
gun, When we've blown 'em all to kingdom
We're gonna have a whole lotta fun. come.
And it's one, two, three, And it's one, two, three,
What are we fighting for ? What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam; Next stop is Vietnam;
And it's five, six, seven, And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates, Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why, Well there ain't no time to wonder why
Whoopee! we're all gonna die. Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Come on Wall Street, don't be slow, Come on mothers throughout the land,
Why man, this is war au-go-go Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
There's plenty good money to be made Come on fathers, and don't hesitate
By supplying the Army with the tools of To send your sons off before it's too
its trade, late.
But just hope and pray that if they drop And you can be the first ones in your
the bomb, block
They drop it on the Viet Cong. To have your boy come home in a box.
And it's one, two, three, And it's one, two, three
What are we fighting for ? What are we fighting for ?
Don't ask me, I don't give a damn, Don't ask me, I don't give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam. Next stop is Vietnam.
And it's five, six, seven, And it's five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates, Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain't no time to wonder why Well there ain't no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we're all gonna die. Whoopee! we're all gonna die.
Well, come on generals, let's move fast;
Ballad of the Green Beret
By Sgnt Barry Sadler
Fighting soldiers from the sky
Fearless men who jump and die
Men who mean just what they say
The brave men of the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Trained to live, off nature's land
Trained in combat, hand to hand
Men who fight by night and day
Courage deep, from the Green Beret
Silver wings upon their chest
These are men, America's best
One hundred men we'll test today
But only three win the Green Beret
Back at home a young wife waits
Her Green Beret has met his fate
He has died for those oppressed
Leaving her this last request
Put silver wings on my son's chest
Make him one of America's best
He'll be a man they'll test one day
Have him win the Green Beret
Fighin’ Side of Me
Lyrics by Merle Haggard
I hear people talkin' bad,
About the way we have to live here in this country,
Harpin' on the wars we fight,
An' gripin' 'bout the way things oughta be.
An' I don't mind 'em switchin' sides,
An' standin' up for things they believe in.
When they're runnin' down my country, man,
They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Runnin' down the way of life,
Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep.
If you don't love it, leave it:
Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'.
If you're runnin' down my country, man,
You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
I read about some squirrely guy,
Who claims, he just don't believe in fightin'.
An' I wonder just how long,
The rest of us can count on bein' free.
They love our milk an' honey,
But they preach about some other way of livin'.
When they're runnin' down my country, hoss,
They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Runnin' down the way of life,
Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep.
If you don't love it, leave it:
Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'.
If you're runnin' down my country, man,
You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Runnin' down the way of life,
Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep.
If you don't love it, leave it:
Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'.
If you're runnin' down my country, man,
You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me.
Okie from Muskogee
Lyrics by Merle Haggard
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;
We don't take our trips on LSD
We don't burn our draft cards down on Main Street;
We like livin' right, and bein' free.
I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all
We don't make a party out of lovin';
We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo;
We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy,
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.
And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.
Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear;
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen.
Football's still the roughest thing on campus,
And the kids here still respect the college dean.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA.
Ohio
By Neil Young
The soldiers and Nixon coming,
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
Gotta get down to it
Soldiers are cutting us down
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her
And found her dead on the ground
How can you run when you know?
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming
We're finally on our won.
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four dead in Ohio.
Blowin’ in the Wind
Lyrics by Bob Dylan
How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly
Before they’re forever banned?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist
Before it’s washed to the sea?
Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist
Before they’re allowed to be free?
Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head,
Pretending he just doesn’t see?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind,
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
The Unknown Soldier Songwriters: Krieger, Robbie; Densmore, John; Morrison, Jim;
Manzarek, Ray;
Wait until the war is over Oh, woa-yeah
And we're both a little older All over
The unknown soldier All over
Heeeeyyyy
Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed
Unborn living, living, dead
Bullet strikes the helmet's head
And it's all over
For the unknown soldier
It's all over
For the unknown soldier
Hut
Hut
Hut ho hee up
Hut
Hut
Hut ho hee up
Hut
Hut
Hut ho hee up
Comp'nee
Halt
Preeee-zent!
Arms!
Make a grave for the unknown soldier
Nestled in your hollow shoulder
The unknown soldier
Breakfast where the news is read
Television children fed
Bullet strikes the helmet's head
And, it's all over
The war is over
It's all over
The war is over
Well, all over, baby
All over, baby
Oh, over, yeah
All over, baby
Wooooo, hah-hah
All over
All over, baby
War – What is it Good For Lyrics by Edwin Starr
War, huh, yeah What is it good for
What is it good for Absolutely nothing
Absolutely nothing Uh-huh
Uh-huh War, huh, yeah
War, huh, yeah What is it good for
What is it good for Absolutely nothing
Absolutely nothing Say it again y'all
Say it again, y'all War, huh, good God
What is it good for
War, huh, good God Absolutely nothing
What is it good for Listen to me
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me War, it ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
War, it's got one friend
Ohhh, war, I despise That's the undertaker
Because it means destruction Ooooh, war, has shattered
Of innocent lives Many a young mans dreams
Made him disabled, bitter and mean
War means tears Life is much to short and precious
To thousands of mothers eyes To spend fighting wars these days
When their sons go to fight War can't give life
And lose their lives It can only take it away
I said, war, huh Ooooh, war, huh
Good God, y'all Good God y'all
What is it good for What is it good for
Absolutely nothing Absolutely nothing
Say it again Say it again
War, whoa, Lord War, whoa, Lord
What is it good for What is it good for
Absolutely nothing Absolutely nothing
Listen to me Listen to me
War, it ain't nothing War, it ain't nothing but a heartbreaker
But a heartbreaker War, friend only to the undertaker
War, friend only to the undertaker Peace, love and understanding
Ooooh, war Tell me, is there no place for them today
It's an enemy to all mankind They say we must fight to keep our freedom
The point of war blows my mind But Lord knows there's got to be a better way
War has caused unrest
Within the younger generation Ooooooh, war, huh
Induction then destruction Good God y'all
Who wants to die What is it good for
Aaaaah, war-huh You tell me
Good God y'all Say it, say it, say it, say it
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing Stand up and shout it
Say it, say it, say it
War, huh Nothing
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing War, huh
Listen to me Good God y'all
What is it good for
War, huh, yeah Stand up and shout it
Nothing