| Now I want everybody here who feels the spirit of the song
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| And that means all you people out there in record land
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| To sing along with your old friends Country Joe & The Fish
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| We will say an old time prayer as we look up to the sky and we ask the Lord
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| Please, don’t you drop that H-bomb on me, go and drop it on yourself, alright.
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| Well, I said please, please don’t drop
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| Don’t drop that H-bomb, H-bomb on me
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| Yeah, I said please, please don’t drop
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| Don’t drop that H-bomb on me
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| Yeah, I said please, please don’t drop
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| Don’t drop that H-bomb on me, yes
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| Well you can drop it
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| Oh, you can drop it on yourself
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| I walk through the scented air of summer’s blooming
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| Into the frozen air of winter’s dying
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| And as tears inside me fall
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| The pain of old wounds calls me to mend them
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| And I realize once more
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| That things done before have no ending
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| I feel the cold of eve slowly waning
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| As sun burst rays of warmth overtake me
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| And the twisted seeds of doubt
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| Which spread my sins about lie parched and withered
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| And the present, not the past
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| Claims me at the last for it’s not over
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| Well I said please, please don’t drop
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| Don’t drop that H-bomb, H-bomb on me
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| Yeah I said please, please don’t drop
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| Don’t drop that H-bomb on me
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| Yeah I said please, please don’t drop
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| Don’t drop that H-bomb on me …
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| Hands up Charlie and-uh…
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| Now if you’re tired or a bit run down
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| Can’t seem to getcha feet off the ground
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| Maybe you oughta try a little bit of L.S.D
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| Only if you want to
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| Shake your head and rattle your brain
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| Make you act just a bit insane
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| Give you all the psychic energy you need
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| Eat flowers and kiss babies
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| L.S.D. |
| for you and me |