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As a schoolboy I played with a plastic grenade
It was gray and with caps it was loaded
In the dirt we would cry and dramatically die
As it flew to the air and exploded
As a young man my dream was to be a marine
My flag was worth all I could bring it
The country was young, when the anthem was sung
Well it gave me the goosebumps to sing it

Cindy's Crying

Words and Music by Tom Paxton

Cindy's cryin' but it ain't no use -
She's got a habit and she can't get loose.
Stoppin' each and ev'ry man she meets,
Gonna be a hooker on Bleecker Street.

DAILY NEWS
(Tom Paxton)
Civil rights leaders are a pain in the neck
Can't hold a candle to Chang Kai Shek
How do I know? I read it in the Daily News
Ban the bombers are afraid of a fight
Peace hurts business and that ain't right
How do I know? I read it in the Daily News

The elk are coming down from the hills each morning.
The winter grazing´s better here below.
The evening sky last night was like a warning.
It´s cold outside, looking like early snow this morning,
It´s cold outside, looking like early snow.

Every year this town is getting smaller,
The kids can hardly wait to up and go.

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Ever again the morning creeps across your shoulders
Through he frosted window pane the sun grows bolder
Your hair flows down your pillow, you're still sleeping

I think I'll wake you now and hold you
Tell you again the things I've told you
Behold I give you the morning

Lyndon Johnson Told the Nation
Words and Music by Tom Paxton

I got a letter from L. B. J.
It said this is your lucky day.
It's time to put your khaki trousers on.
Though it may seem very queer
We've got no jobs to give you here

I got a letter from L.B.J
It said, "This is your lucky day"
It's time to put your khaki trousers on
Though it may seem very queer
We've got no jobs to give you here
So we are sending you to Vietnam

Lyndon Johnson told the nation

Mister Blue

Words and Music by Tom Paxton

Good morning Mister Blue, we've got our eyes on you.
The evidence is clear, that you've been scheming.
You like to steal away and while away the day.
You like to spend an hour dreaming.

ONE MILLION LAWYERS
By Tom Paxton

Humankind has survived some disasters, I'm sure.
Like locusts and flash floods and flu.
There's never a moment when we've been secure
From the ills that the flesh is heir to.
If it isn't a war, it's some gruesome disease.

Outward bound upon a ship that sails no ocean
Outward bound, it has no crew but me and you
All alone when just a minute ago the shore was filled with people
With people that we knew

Outward bound upon a journey without ending
Outward bound, uncharted waters beneath our bow
Far behind, the green familiar shore is fading into time

It's a lesson too late for the learning
Made of sand, made of sand
In the wink of an eye my soul is turning
In your hand, in your hand

Are you going away with no word of farewell?
Will there be not a trace left behind?
I could have loved you better,

We're gonna get a Christmas tree
My momma & my daddy & my sister & me
Come on everyone let's go see
Come on Sue & Sally

Cold December days are here
Ringing the warmth of Christmas cheer
We'll find the perfect tree this year

Чему вы научились в школе сегодня
(Том Пэкстон)

Чему вы научились в школе сегодня, милый мальчик мой?
Я узнал, что Вашингтон никогда не лгал
Я узнал, что солдаты умирают редко
Я узнал, что все свободны!
Это то, что учитель сказал мне: