Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young - 49 Bye Byes / America's Children Lyrics
Forty nine reasons all in a lineAll of them good ones, all of them liesDrifting with my lady, we're oldest of friendsNeed a little work and there's fences to mendSteady girl, she was my worldTill the drifter come, now she's goneI let that man play his handI let them go, how was I to knowI'm down on my knees, nobody left to pleaseNow it's over, they left in the springHer and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful thingsSomething happening hereWhat it is ain't exactly clearThere's a man with a gun over thereTelling me I got to be wareWe got to stop children, watch that soundLook what's going downWhat a field day, what a heatAnd there's a thousand people on the streetSinging songs and care inside