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The Eastern World, it is explodin',
violence flarin', bullets loadin'.
Your old enough to kill, but not for votin'.
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun your totin'?
And even the Jordan River's got, bodies floatin',
and you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
you don't believe, we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand what I'm, tryin' to say?
And can't you feel the fears I'm, feelin' today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' 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 again my friend,
ah you don't believe, we're on the eve of destruction.
My blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin'.
I'm sittin' here just, contemplatin'.
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
A handful of Senators can't pass legislation.
And marches alone, can't bring integration,
when human respect is, disintegratin',
this whole crazy world, it's just too frustratin',
take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy
and you tell me, over and over again my friend,
ah you don't believe, we're on the eve of destruction.
Nah, you don't believe, we're on the eve of destruction
Hold de do' for ol hi-di-ho,
Step to the rhythm on the ballroom floor,
Tip down your glasses and give em a wink
To all the flappers and the mob and Hollywood rat finks.
Strut your stuff, get out there and jive,
Tip-tap your toes and do the Fred Astaire slide,
Savor the flavor of a kitten's purr,
Just shake shake shake shake shake your little lovemaker.
Pardon me boy...
is that the Chattanooga Choo Choo?
Right on track 29.
Boy, you can give me a shine...
I can afford
to board the Chattanooga Choo Choo....
I've, I've, I've got my fare...
and just a trifle to spare.
....She's gonna cry until
I tell her that I'll never roam...
So, Chattanooga Choo Choo...
Won't you choo choo me home...
Riding on the City of New Orleans,
Illinois Central Monday morning rail.
Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders,
Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail.
All along the southbound odyssey ....
The train pulls out at Kankakee ...
Rolls along past houses, farms and fields.
Passin' trains that have no names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Jay Gould's daughter said before she died
Papa, fix the blinds so the bums can't ride.
If ride they must, they got to ride the rod.
Let 'em put their trust in the hands of God.
In the hands of God.
In the hands of God.
Let them put their trust in the hands of God.
Put your hand in the hand of the man who stilled the water.
Put your hand in the hand of the man who calmed the sea.
Take a look at yourself and you may look at others differently,
by putting your hand in the hand of the man from Galilee.
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