Tell it hard and show it plain
with no sugar coating to ease the pain.
Expose the wound to the stark sun light of what’s wrong.
Sing the blues or rhyme the rap
but shun the pop commercialized crap.
Give me the honest dirt-stained words of a folk song.
Where have all the flowers gone?
How long till we ban the bomb?
Three legged dogs that live by the highway moved too slow.
Ya haven’t an arm and you haven’t a leg
We’ll send you out with a bowl to beg
It’s all right ma, I’m bleeding but I really do know.
Rusty barb wire surrounds the yard
Poison ivy patches, working too hard
Children starving out on a dust-blown farm in the high plain.
Your brain is bleeding and your legs can’t stand
Eyeing the shotgun in your right hand
Seven shots ring out - boom boom - you know it’s a hard rain.
Go for a swim by the noonday sun
Plan to come back before the moon strikes one
She falls to her knees crying Little Johnny got snake bit.
With a crippled mind and a broken wing
Always afraid of what tomorrow might bring
Life as a paperback porno book that ain’t writ.
Well the deputy walks on hard nails
We’re poisoned in the bushes, burnt out on the trail
And there ain’t no fairy goddess selling us shelter.
You go your way and I’ll go mine
The razor’s edge may leave you cryin’
It can leave you lonely and bloody, but knowing life better.
Tell it hard and show it plain
with no sugar coating to ease the pain.
Expose the wound to the stark sun light of what’s wrong.
Sing the blues or rhyme the rap
but shun the pop commercialized crap.
Give me the brute-truth blood-stained words of a folk song.
Give me the honest dirt-stained words of a folk song.
Give me the brute-truth blood-stained words of a folk song.
