They Couldn't Take The Music

(альбом: Bulletin... We Interrupt This Record - 1983)

I never really knew you
I was a couple of years too young
By the time I came of age
The song of your life was sung
From the hills of Oklahoma
To the North Atlantic sea
From the cries of the hungry children
To the eyes of the deportee

They could take away your money
They could take away your land
Drive you out on the endless highway
Leave you out on the desert sand
They could take the food from your hungry mouth
And lock you in the hole
But they couldn't take the music from your soul
No, they couldn't take the music from your soul

Just another scruffy Okie
And just a dustbowl refugee
Heading on out to California
A little bit low on do-re-mi
And everywhere you wandered
You saw poor folks treated wrong
And you made those poor folks your whole life
And made your life a song

They could take away your money
They could take away your land
Drive you out on the endless highway
Leave you out on the desert sand
They could take the food from your hungry mouth
And lock you in the hole
But they couldn't take the music from your soul
No, they couldn't take the music from your soul

They called you a dangerous radical
The called you a rabid red
But it never really mattered
All the stupid things they said
All those lies and all those liars
Are all over the hill and gone
While your songs are still here singing
And still rolling the union on

They could take away your money
They could take away your land
Drive you out on the endless highway
Leave you out on the desert sand
They could take the food from your hungry mouth
And lock you in the hole
But they couldn't take the music from your soul
They couldn't take the music from your soul
And this land is made for you and me