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Sorry friend, but I’ve got no answers for you

Truth is I’ve never been sure about a thing

But it seems this turnin' world can tempt you

Only to leave you with the same blue

And a jeweled crown soon found a hollow ring

And these hawks flying so high above the highway

Are suggesting higher courses for you and me

But on their feathers dries the fair share

Of others blood it takes to get there

So far beyond a distance we can see

And as the center slowly breaks

They’ll split the dice that heaven shakes

Into those who make and those who take;

Into those who lie, and those who’ll pay for the sin

And from a head without an ear, new rank and file appear;

Strange new pioneers; the sons of the wandering

Well, the boys down at 139 are lookin' to deliver

While the governor’s out «divide and conquering»

One more arrow in the quiver to make a working man just shiver

And leave a nation on the sidelines wondering

«What's a soul left to do

When one or two with silver spoons, and a million gilded rooms

Point the finger at a million hanging on a string?»

Leading all their lives in flight; cloud by day and fire by night

Won’t you leave a light for the sons of the wandering?

The more money in the race, the more the mask becomes the face

And truth can’t hold pace with thundering

But, me, I’ve long laid my claim where silence strikes a note of pain

Here out in the rain with sons of the wandering

The years have made my place singing to heal a dying race

And friend, how a well-worn spirit sings;

While the derby women sing hymns to lords of everything

Me, I’ll sing to the sons of the wandering

I’ll sing the songs of the sons of the wandering

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