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We are the Folk Song Army, Everyone of us cares.
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We all hate poverty, war, and unjustice, unlike the rest of your squares.
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There are inocuous folk songs, But we regard 'em with scorn.
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The folks who sing 'em have no social conscience.
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(Spoken): Why, They don't even care if Jimmy Crack Corn.
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If you feel dissatis-faction, Strum your frustrations, a-way.
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Some people may prefer action, But, give me a folk song any old day.
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The tune done have to be clever, and it don't matter if you put a couple of extra syllables into a line.
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It sounds more ethnic if it ain't good English, and it don't even gotta rhyme.
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(spoken):Excuse me, ryne!
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Re-member the war against Franco? That's the kind where each of us be-longs.
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Though he may have won all the battles, We had all the good songs.
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So join in the Folk Song Army, Gui-tars are the weapons we bring
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To the fight against poverty, war, and injustice, Ready! Aim! Sing!
