Belle Starr, Belle Starr, tell me where you have gone
Since
Die Gedanken Sind Frei, my thoughts freely flower
Die Gedanken Sind
You know it may seem hard to imagine
But once upon
King Henry marched forth, a sword in his hand
Two thousand
Last train to Nuremberg
Last train to Nuremberg
Last train to Nuremberg
All
Sailing down my dirty stream
Still I love it and I'll
My Father's mansion's many rooms
Have room for all of His
Oh what a beautiful city
Oh what a beautiful city
Oh what
Now, if you want higher wages let me tell you
Walking down death row
I sang for three men destined for
BATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS(Jimmy Driftwood; tune: Eighth of January, trad.)Well,
DRAFT DODGER RAG(Phil Ochs)I'm just a typical American boy from
John Henry was about three days old,sittin' on his papa's
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