Bob Dylan

Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land, And don't criticize What you can't understand

Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land, And don't criticize What you can't understand

Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou read more

Come you masters of warYou that build all the gunsYou that build the death planesYou that build the big bombsYou that hide behind wallsYou that hide behind desksI just want you to knowI can see through your masks

For them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely.

For them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely.

How many roads must a man walk down
Before your can call him a man? . . .
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How many roads must a man walk down
Before your can call him a man? . . .
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!

Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!