There But For Fortune
Words & Music:
Show me the prison, show me the jail,
Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale.
And I'll show you a young man,
With so many reasons why.
Am G G7
There but for fortune go you and I, you and I.
Show me the alley, show me the train,
Show me the hobo who sleeps out in the rain.
Show me the whiskey stains on the floor,
Show me the drunkard as he stumbles out the door.
Show me the country where the bombs had to fall.
Show me the ruins of the buildings once so tall.
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