head Don't mess with me, just take me home Come and lay, help us lay Young Billy down Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien For coming across the
(D. Fritts, D. Penn) I was born a poor poor man All my life I had hard workin' hands But I sang a song as I carried my load Cuz I had a dream about
(J. Baez) Bangladesh, Bangladesh Bangladesh, Bangladesh When the sun sinks in the west Die a million people of the Bangladesh The story of Bangladesh
Frontiers are my prison Oh the winds, the winds are blowing Thru the graves the winds are blowing Freedom soon will come! Then we'll come from the shadow
(J. Baez) I'll put flowers at your feet and I will sing to you so sweet And hope my words will carry home to your heart You left us marching on the
(D. Van Arsdale) I feel like a lonesome tumbleweed Rolling across an open plain, I feel like something nobody needs I feel my life drifting away, Drifting