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(from the soundtrack to no nukes; peformed live by jackson browne with graham nash & david lindley) |
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The sheep's in the meadow |
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The cow's in the corn |
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Now is the time for a child to be born |
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He'll laugh at the moon |
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And cry for the sun |
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And if it's a boy he'll carry a gun |
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Sang the crow on the cradle |
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And if it should be that this baby's a girl |
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Never you mind if her hair doesn't curl |
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With rings on her fingers |
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And bells on her toes |
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And a bomber above her wherever she goes |
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Sang the crow on the cradle |
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The crow on the cradle |
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The black and the white |
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Somebody's baby is born for a fight |
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The crow on the cradle |
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The white and the black |
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Somebody's baby is not coming back |
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Sang the crow on the cradle |
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Your mother and father will sweat and they'll slave |
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To build you a coffin and dig you a grave |
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Hush-a-bye little one, never you weep |
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For we've got a toy that can put you to sleep |
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Sang the crow on the cradle |
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Bring me my gun, and |
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I'll shoot that bird dead |
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That's what your mother and father once said |
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The crow on the cradle, what can we do |
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Ah, this is a thing that |
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I'll leave up to you |
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Sang the crow on the cradle |
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Sang the crow on the cradle |