By The People

Lyrics
Strike up the band, brother Hand me another bowl of your soul Brother has a long way to go Maybe baby should know His cotton mouth is too slow For the song of the forgotten South Just don't hang us up here Just don't hang us up here Step by step by Please, though proletarian am I By chance am you "Wine git out de way, O, 'de darkies" You'd better hustle up a storm To sing this Caucasian lullaby (Sleep, oh my darling, now sleep) La la la Lullaby Draw freehand over Iron Curtain Stalk up on the trim bamboo To footridge the bullrushes Certain to know law, American express No Caucasian flair for flim-flam will do Step by please step by Weigh the small advance There is still a chance Let's assume that we form a company, men No mention should then pass in revue of the show Just understand that I prefer to be dead than red, white, or blue As I write sturdy crew As you view these few Russians Whose true dawn came to view long ago So I think that you'd better Strike up the band, brother Hand me another bowl of your soul The song of the forgotten South Just don't hang us up here (here, here, here, here, here...) Here the unknown is at hand And not far from my heel A tarbaby feel for the Czar For those who are lonely, well, the Black Sea is callin' Georgia's Stalin has fallen So y'all come here [?] family Now we're near to the end If you stay with the show, say we all had to go To hasten, to jar, the few nations too far gone to step by (Step by) (Step by) Bye (By) Bye
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Credits
- Writers
- Van Dyke Parks