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Words by Adrian Mitchell, music by Arlo Guthrie

Victor Jara of Chile
Lived like a shooting star
He fought for the people of Chile
With his songs
Arranged and adapted by Arlo Guthrie

So you ask me my kind friend
Why I am sad and still
And why my brow is darkened
Like the clouds upon the hill
with his bike 

And he's got Guthrie running in his bones 
He's the hobo kid who's left his home 
And his Beatles records and the Rolling Stones
of gods, so afraid of their love. 

As the dawn creeps up the sky 
The hunter caught sight of a doe. 
In desire for conquest, 
He found himself within
radio station had this contest
To see who could correctly guess the number of molecules in leonard nimoy's butt
I was off by three, but I still won
shoulder-to-shoulder 
Welcome to Nashville
We crossed against the light on Broadway, we just got into town 
Nobody saw the blind man who was showing us around 
He'd
the bank safe, it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who had business
with Humphrey)

How they con the little middle man
Into thinkin' he has got a hand
To play in the future of the Promised Land,
He owes himself
snorted the fire
Peered through the darkness, caught a glimpse of the two
It was hard to tell for certain who was who

He lowered himself down on a golden
And cleaned out the bank safe it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who
dippin into the ride by himself
I slid up behind him in the shadows hell of stealth
He started to breakin' stuff I said I didn't want a dime
Remember what
of that bold (bold),
New (new) breed (breeding)
That extinguishes itself
By markings which resemble a
Wide tie
Directly below the
White collar

If it's
One by one
the good souls of Blessing were turned to stone and
sent on to their grisly fate, until only the noble
Eriel remained. The spectacle that
of money.

Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist, 
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession 
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
Rocafella's only n****z that help

My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
Now