Don't Drink The Water
New World Music Theatre, Tinley Park IL
06.27.97

Stof  Stof@classic.msn.com

I remember a story my father told me
Of how bravely the ancestors sailed the sea
In search of a new land where they might be
Very free to decide which way they see

Yes, I would leave that morning, head down
Faced in recalling a town

Unfortunate, the land was occupied
Fathers, mothers, daughters, husbands, and wives
And yet I must say, believe they did
They must recall a town

So it was said to these our new neighbors
You must move on or we will bury you
And so it was said to these our new neighbors
You must move on or we will bury you

There was no fight at all between the arrow and gun
No fight at all between the endless ones, oh
They would march them across the cold winter's road
And the families before would see themselves so old
Yet I'm alone, the woman did leave
Through them, we'll make them mine

And so it was said to these our new neighbors
You must move on or we will bury you
We will bury you
And so it was said to these our new neighbors
You must move on or we will bury you
We will bury you

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forest to the gulf stream waters
This land was made
why do you ?? calling out

[yelling --> chanting]

so it was home (?)

Davespeak: That?s for John Thundercloud.