Oh, America, my friend
And so once again you are fighting us all
And when we ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry and we fall
Oh, my friend, how did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum?
And when we ask you why
You raise your sticks and cry and we fall
Oh, my friend, how did you come
To trade the fiddle for the drum?
Joni Mitchell
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