My bills are all due and the baby needs shoes and I’m busted
Cotton is down to a quarter a pound, but I’m busted
I got a cow that went dry and a hen that won’t lay
A big stack of bills that gets bigger each day
The county’s gonna haul my belongings away cause I’m busted.
He says, “Do you accept my card,
Or can I pay for it now in cold, hard cash?”
I’m priceless, you’re worthless, but it’s not a bad match
And I know you understand, it’s blood money
There’s such a big demand, for blood money
A hundred and fifty grand, blood money
It’s flowing under the land, like blood money
You sit there in your cushy job and call me on the phone
You want my money and everything I own
I’ll pay you soon as I get paid, the check is in the mail
Don’t call my home anymore, I’ve long since jumped bail
Bounce a check… lie a bit… do without…
I’m in hiding, just leave me be
This is the first step to my date with poverty
Oh, if you ain’t got the do re mi, folks, you ain’t got the do re mi,
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee.
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won’t find it so hot
If you ain’t got the do re mi.
I know the man who has everything
He is against redistributing
He says he’d really like to share his property
But he would rather let it trickle down gradually
Got my diamonds, got my yacht, got a guy I adore
I’m so happy with what I got, I want more!
Got no mansion, got no yacht,
Still I’m happy with what I’ve got;
I’ve got the sun in the morning and the moon at night.
Got no silver, got no gold,
What I’ve got can’t be bought or sold;
I’ve got the sun in the morning and the moon at night.
And I need time no more
(tomorrow)
When you can’t cry no more
(tomorrow)
And a love died before
(tomorrow)
Look behind no more
(tomorrow)
It’s just another fine day, recall
Don’t follow me down, no more
As we rise we form
A new gold dawn
So over and over again, you keep sayin’ it’s the end
But I say you’re wrong, we’re just on the dawn of correction
There are buttons to push in two mighty nations
But who’s crazy enough to risk annihilation?
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
When two tribes go to war
A point is all you can score
I did a thing last night
You know those future games
I turned off all the lights
Oh, the future came
You were by my side
Will you explain-oh yeah
Real rhyme or reason for those future games
Now you were there last night
And oh were you afraid
Of things we’d come upon
While playing future games
But baby it’s alright and so have faith
Oh yeah, you invent the future that you want to face
Last night I had the strangest dream
I ever dreamed before
I dreamed the world had all agreed
To put an end to war
I dreamed I saw a mighty room
The room was filled with men
And the paper they were signing said
They’d never fight again
I said, war, good god, now, what is it good for?
Absolutely, nothing
Say it again, war, what is it good for?
Absolutely, nothing, listen to me
War, it ain’t nothing but a heart breaker
War, friend only to the undertaker, war
(War, war, war, war)
War, what is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it, war, good god now, what is it good for?
Absolutely nothing, say it, (war)
Let’s have a war
So you can go and die!
Let’s have a war!
We could all use the money!
Let’s have a war!
We need the space!
Let’s have a war!
Clean out this place!
Come on mothers throughout the land,
Pack your boys off to Vietnam.
Come on fathers, and don’t hesitate
To send your sons off before it’s too late.
And you can be the first ones in your block
To have your boy come home in a box.
And it’s one, two, three
What are we fighting for?
Don’t ask me, I don’t give a damn,
Next stop is Vietnam.
And it’s five, six, seven,
Open up the pearly gates,
Well there ain’t no time to wonder why,
Whoopee! we’re all gonna die.
Well, I don’t want to be a soldier mama, I don’t want to die
Oh no
I didn’t raise my boy to be a soldier,
I brought him up to be my pride and joy,
Who dares to put a musket on his shoulder,
To shoot some other mother’s darling boy?
Let nations arbitrate their future troubles,
It’s time to lay the sword and gun away,
There’d be no war today,
If mothers all would say,
I didn’t raise my boy to be a soldier.
Mamas, don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don’t let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don’t let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they’ll never stay home and they’re always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses
You been out ridin’ fences for so long now
Oh, you’re a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasin’ you
Can hurt you somehow
He’s a drifter and a driller of oil wells
And an old school man of the world
He let me drive his car
When he’s too drunk to
And he’d wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives were like some old western movie
Like desperadoes waitin’ for a train