The eastern world it is explodin', violence flarin', bullets loadin'. You're old enough to kill but not for votin'. You don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin'. And even the Jordan rive
When I woke up this morning. And you were on my mind. You were on my mind. . I got troubles, woe-woe. I got worries, woe-woe. I got wounds to bind. . So I went to the corner. Just to ease my