Where are they?
Delusional, freedom folks
In the streets of America
Percolating?
That Vietnam success
Put us to rest
Don’t be scared of preaching
Those Retro Blues
Touch and go
Like a tornado
If you feel the cold
You better jump the rail
As fast as you can
Moses down the mountain
Saw the jokers
Dancing to gold
Climbed up again
He wasn’t old
Its been sung before
It’s been done before
By Colonial Gypsies
At Boston harbor
Dumping tea
In the boiling sea
Our pranksters
Dance in Congressional suites
Tossing scraps
To a hypnotized crowd
Anyone want to go back up the mountain?
Touch and go
You know what’s blowing
You’re not to old
To lend a hand
And get it
Again
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