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I don’t want to hear your stories of old. Don’t show me your golden chains

For if there’s just one man in this whole wide land and he is living in pain.

Oh, then freedom’s not your name

You told me of a dream that I would surely like to see where each man could

keep the wolves from his door

Then I saw an old man without a dollar in his hand, saying, «You don’t need me

anymore

I guess you just don’t need me anymore.»

I don’t want to hear your stories of old. Don’t show me your golden chains

For if there’s just one man in this whole wide land and he is living in pain.

Oh, then freedom’s not your name

We’ve got a lot of pride and that I can’t deny from those who bore us liberty

But if freedom’s at the door and we let it wait some more

Oh, I wonder how proud they are of me. I wonder just how proud they are of me

Go ahead and walk away. Yeah, turn your back and say, «We'll show 'em whose got

who on the run.»

But, if we could talk with folks out there, we might get somewhere

And maybe someday we could throw away these guns. Someday we could throw away

these guns

I don’t want to hear your stories of old. Don’t show me your golden chains

For if there’s just one man in this whole wide land and he is living in pain.

Oh, then freedom’s not your name

If there’s just one man in this whole wide land and he is living in pain, oh,

then freedom’s not your name

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