To the ground Come and lay, help us lay And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons (Words and Music by Joan Baez) Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name Busted on a drunken charge

When we were 18 My hands press to your cheeks A long way from the playground I have loved you since we were 18 Long before we both thought the same thing So kiss me where I lay down To be loved and to be in love I want a love like you made me feel I got

Save your prayers Don't shed a tear, don't shed a tear for me I'm in trouble When you lay my body down These are my confessions When I'm buried in the ground Turn your heart To the trail Of souls behind me

This used to be the place we ran to This used to be my childhood dream This used to be the place I ran to Whenever I was in need Of a friend Why did it have to end And why do they always say This used to be my playground (used to be) This used to be our

Even on a cloudy day, Shake me down, I'll keep my eyes fixed on the sun Softly laying on the ground, oh Not a lot people left around, oh, oh Fixed upon the ground, I'll keep my eyes fixed on the Not a lot of people left around, Who knows now,

We are the human radio Keep your eye on the prize and your feet on the ground The human radio is playing your anthem We march, we fight, we live We scream, we die, we give We want the world to know Keep moving subject, matter around I'm reaching out to

But I'm not leaving it like this Put another candle in the wind It's just another thing that I can't fix Play another game that I can't win Maybe I should find a common ground Scratch another problem off my list Go ahead and kick me when I'm down You got

I'm goin' to Louisiana And get me a mojo hand Cold ground was my bed last night Rocks was my pillow too I lay down thinking Buy me a mojo hand I'm gonna fix my woman so She can't have no other man I woke up this morning, I'm wondering

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,

And the sound of distant thunder. The tall weeds lay flat down On the hard flat Kansas ground. And a sad song in her head, Kept blowin' round. She barely even knew his name,