Movement For The Common Man Lyrics

Children of the Land

[Verse 1: James Young]
Children of the land, don't wear a frown upon your face
Come on and join your hands, we're all part of the human race
The music is here to let you leave your fears behind
Come on along, don't get me wrong, and see what you might-a find

[Chorus]
Children of the land
Children of the land
Don't misunderstand
You're all children of the land

[Verse 2: James Young]
Don't trust anyone else to run your life and set your goals
You gotta be able to live with yourself when you are getting old
Others are getting blamed for messing your life around
It's your own fault if you complain for letting it get you down

[Chorus]
Children of the land
Children of the land
Don't misunderstand
You're all children of the land

[Outro: James Young]
Children - Come on, children, now
Children - Yeah
Children - I said children, yeah
Children - of the land
Children - of the land
Children - of the land
Children - I said of the land

Street Collage

Dennis DeYoung: Yeah, well, you see now, I'm a depression baby, and I remember the
WPA. I think we just start the same thing again and get those people out workin' there,
why not? Is it too menial for somebody to sweep the street?

James Young: And if, and if you're get enough money where you don't have to work,
let's face it, who wants to work?

Dennis DeYoung: There's no reason why anybody in five generations of people gotta be
on welfare.
Citizen: I had one fella get in, no offence to you gentlemen, he had long hair, a beard,
and, uh, I told him, "You had better go home and take a bath." He had B/O so bad, it
was terrible. I said, "You might be educated, but, uh, did your parents tell you to go
dirty?"

Newspaper Salesman: See the latest issue! Hard up, see! Chicago scene!

Citizen: Kids nowadays, that's the whole thing. Too much money, they got too much
money. Uh, they don't have to go out and, uh, struggle and work for, uh, things that,
uh, like when, uh, I was, uh, growing up, had to do, and I was lucky if I got the job, uh,
delivering, uh, hats at a hat store for 25 cents, uh, uh, per hat. Too much money today
is with the young kids. Uh, everything is handed to them, and, uh, that's why they are
the way they are.

Fanfare for the Common Man

Outside in the madding crowd
He laughs along the way
Traffic city, what a pity
It doesn't have a word to say
Troubled people, billions of people
They can't seem to understand
The ringing ears are unable to hear
The sounds of the natural plan
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Mother Nature's Matinee

[Verse 4: Dennis DeYoung]
Morning sunshine
On carpets of green
Cascades of water
Are flowing endlessly
Here in the morning light
We spent our holiday
Here in the morning
At Mother Nature's Matinee

[Outro: Dennis DeYoung]
Here in the morning
At Mother Nature's Matinee
Here in the morning
At Mother Nature's Matinee

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