Joan Baez

Show me the prison
show me the jail
show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale
and I'll show you, young man,
with so many reasons why,
there but for fortune go you or I.
show me the alley
show me the train
show me the hobo who sleeps out in the rain
and I'll show you, young man,
with so many reasons why
there but for fortune go you or I.
show me the whiskey stains on the floor
show me the drunkard as he stumbles out the door
and I'll show you, young man,
with so many reasons why,
there but for fortune go you or I.
Show me the country where the bombs had to fall
show me the ruins of the buildings, once so tall
and I'll show you young man
with so many reasons why,
there but for fortune go you and I,
you and I.