There But For Fortune                             
(Phil Ochs)                                       
                                                  
Show me the prison, show me the jail, Show me     
the prisoner who's life has gone stale.           
                                                  
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    And I'll show you a young man, With so        
    many reasons why. There but for               
    fortune go you and I, you and I.              
                                                  
Show me the alley, show me the train, Show me     
the hobo who sleeps out in the rain.              
                                                  
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Show me the whiskey stains on the floor, Show me  
the drunkard as he stumbles out the door.         
                                                  
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Show me the country where the bombs had to fall.  
Show me the ruins of the buildings once so tall.  
                                                  
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