FOLK / PROTEST
Well, it seems to me
some fine things
have been laid upon your table
But you only want the things
that you can't get...
Your pain and your hunger,
drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom,
well that's just some people talkin.'
Your prison is walking
through this world all alone
some fine things
have been laid upon your table
But you only want the things
that you can't get...
Your pain and your hunger,
drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom,
well that's just some people talkin.'
Your prison is walking
through this world all alone