| Well, the people in the city hate the people in the field
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| People in the valley hate the people on the hill
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| And I’ve been hearin' some shootin', so far nobody been killed
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| People don’t seem to wanna get along, wonder if they ever will
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| People, won’t you come together, we’ve all got to live as one
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| I ain’t right sure what that means but don’t you reckon it sounds like fun
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| Everybody pack your picnic lunch and everybody pack your gun
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| 'Cause you can’t trust no one
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| Well, I never kept my doors locked up, let my stock run free
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| I was roundin' up my hogs last week and I was missin' two or three
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| It kinda hurt my feelings that somebody would steal from me
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| They’d just come and ask me, well, I’d give 'em one for free
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| People, won’t you come together, we’ve all got to live as one
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| I ain’t right sure what that means but I reckon it sounds like fun
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| Everybody pack your picnic lunch and everybody pack your gun
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| 'Cause you can’t trust no one
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| Came home from the town hall meetin', hate to say it didn’t go so well
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| Finally told 'em all I was goin' home and they could all go to hell
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| I took my children in my arms, gonna keep 'em close to me
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| The world just keeps on changin', I don’t like what I see
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| Now the city’s burnt to ashes, the fields are still on fire
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| The valley’s dark and lonesome, the hills are cold and bare
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| A lot of folks are givin' in, a lot of folks are gone
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| Other folks are diggin' in, tryin' to carry on
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| People, won’t you come together, we’ve all got to live as one
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| I ain’t right sure what that means but I reckon it sounds like fun
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| Everybody pack your picnic lunch and everybody pack your gun
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| 'Cause you can’t trust no one
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| No, you can’t trust no one, no, you can’t trust no one |