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Vietnam Vietnam, everybody cryin' about Vietnam |
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Vietnam Vietnam, everybody cryin' about Vietnam |
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The law all the days killing me down in Mississippi, nobody seems to give a damn |
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Oh God if you can hear my prayer now, please help my brothers over in Vietnam |
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Oh God if you can hear my prayer now, please help my brothers over in Vietnam |
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The poor boys fightin', killin' and hidin' all in holes, |
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Maybe killin' their own brother, they do not know |
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Mr. President you always cry about peace, but you must clean up your house before you leave |
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Oh how you cry about peace, but you must clean up your house before you leave |
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How can you tell the world how we need peace, and you still mistreat and killin' poor me. |
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(* Another blues about Vietnam, from 1966. This time J B Lenoir links it to the racial murders in the Southern States at the time.*) |
