Time to talk of spreading seed
It's time to talk of harvest weed
Mine to walk on borrowed land
Ours to work with honest hand
Fear is fed on what to make
From fear still others generate
Easy rider is a true story
Easy rider isn’t easy to take
Easy rider is a true story
Easy rider isn't easy to take
The national news reveals the clues
Rational views are breeding the blues
To sing a song of youthful loss
And deal the dope to cover costs
Fear is fed on what to make
Of fеar still others generatе
Easy rider is a true story
Easy rider isn't easy to take
Easy rider is a true story
Easy rider isn’t easy to take
Oh! Ah...
So there I was, friends
Up there on the hillside
By God, I was shot real bad, yep
Had a bullet hole right through my left ear
And another bullet hole right through my right ear
And I had a great big mortar shell go right in my guts
And about this time they was spewing out upon the ground
The upper ones and the lower ones
And the inner ones and outer ones
They was just oozing themselves out
Ya know, I was about ready to call it quits
Yep, I don't mind confessing to you
I was about ready to give up
Give up and go to that land
Where us soldiers go when we die
And as I laid there bleeding and fainting and dying
In a pool of my own blood and guts
All of a sudden, I heard it:
The bugle cry!
And I opened my eyes and I looked up
And I saw him
Oh my god, I saw him up there:
Old Teddy! Up there on his horse
[?], driving 'em up San Juan Hill
Right then and there, friends, you know what I had to do
First of all, I picked up my lower intestines
And my upper intestines
And the inner ones and outer ones
I reeled it back in, stuffed me back in real good
I grabbed a hold of my bayonet
I shoved the [?] in my rifle
And I went charging up that hill by home [?] Teddy
And I was a-spearing 'em to the left
And a-spearing 'em to the right
And clubbing 'em, and a-shooting and a-stabbing
And a-slashing and a-killing and a-stabbing
And a-shooting and a-killing and...
And, and someday, friends, you might get your chance
'Cause remember: it's the Americanadian way
It's time to talk of harvest weed
Mine to walk on borrowed land
Ours to work with honest hand
Fear is fed on what to make
From fear still others generate
Easy rider is a true story
Easy rider isn’t easy to take
Easy rider is a true story
Easy rider isn't easy to take
The national news reveals the clues
Rational views are breeding the blues
To sing a song of youthful loss
And deal the dope to cover costs
Fear is fed on what to make
Of fеar still others generatе
Easy rider is a true story
Easy rider isn't easy to take
Easy rider is a true story
Easy rider isn’t easy to take
Oh! Ah...
So there I was, friends
Up there on the hillside
By God, I was shot real bad, yep
Had a bullet hole right through my left ear
And another bullet hole right through my right ear
And I had a great big mortar shell go right in my guts
And about this time they was spewing out upon the ground
The upper ones and the lower ones
And the inner ones and outer ones
They was just oozing themselves out
Ya know, I was about ready to call it quits
Yep, I don't mind confessing to you
I was about ready to give up
Give up and go to that land
Where us soldiers go when we die
And as I laid there bleeding and fainting and dying
In a pool of my own blood and guts
All of a sudden, I heard it:
The bugle cry!
And I opened my eyes and I looked up
And I saw him
Oh my god, I saw him up there:
Old Teddy! Up there on his horse
[?], driving 'em up San Juan Hill
Right then and there, friends, you know what I had to do
First of all, I picked up my lower intestines
And my upper intestines
And the inner ones and outer ones
I reeled it back in, stuffed me back in real good
I grabbed a hold of my bayonet
I shoved the [?] in my rifle
And I went charging up that hill by home [?] Teddy
And I was a-spearing 'em to the left
And a-spearing 'em to the right
And clubbing 'em, and a-shooting and a-stabbing
And a-slashing and a-killing and a-stabbing
And a-shooting and a-killing and...
And, and someday, friends, you might get your chance
'Cause remember: it's the Americanadian way
( The Perth County Conspiracy )
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