| In the corner of the barroom
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| Lives the ghost of Langston Hughes
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| He’s takin' notes and smokin' cigarettes
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| Sippin' slowly on his booze
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| Got them goin' nowhere blues
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| And on the stage beneath the spotlight
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| Woody Guthrie sings the news
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| He’s always ready for the good fight
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| Never thinkin' that he’ll lose
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| Got them goin' nowhere blues
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| Through the back way in the alley
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| Sellin all you should refuse
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| Looks like Jane has finally given in
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| Hey, what the hell it ain’t no use
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| Got them goin' nowhere blues
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| Out the front around the corner
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| Martin Luther shines your shoes
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| He’s preachin' justice and equality
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| I guess Martin’s payin' dues
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| He’s got them goin' nowhere blues
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| On the other side it’s a free ride
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| You’ve got money you can burn
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| When the ground shakes and the earth breaks
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| Which way you gonna turn
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| Are you ever gonna learn
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| In the poolroom on the table
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| Swillin' wine and smashin' cues
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| They locked him up last night for fighting
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| Cesar Chavez blew a fuse
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| He’s got them goin' nowhere blues
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| All the members of the union
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| All the farm and labor crews
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| They used to be meet here by the dozens
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| They disappeared in ones and twos
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| Got them goin' nowhere blues
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| So you wonder why they come here
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| They come here to look for clues
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| Passin' time until they live again
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| To fight these going nowhere views
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| Leave these goin' nowhere blues
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| To fight these goin' nowhere views |