I can't tell ya' how to run your life,
To get along with one another.
Everybody knows what's wrong and what's right,
But, you can't trust your own brother, yeah.

Everybody wants to be your friend,
All the chicks, they call you honey.
But don't trust them 'till the very end,
'Cause all they're after is your money.

All they want is all your money.
All they're after is your money.

I was found after losing my way,
Safe and sound after many a day.
I was lost in a world of madness,
Please take me from all of this sadness.

CHORUS
Comfort me, in whatever I do.
Comfort me, and I'll comfort you too.
Follow me, 'cause I'm trying to love you.

Can't figure out what's wrong with my head,
I used to think I wish I was dead.
You took me from all of that sorrow,

Goin' down that country road,
Leavin' behind that heavy load.
Gettin' away from the city life,
Society causes too many fights.

CHORUS
Down my country road.
Down my country road, oh.
Down my country road.
Down my country road, road, road.

Too much killin' and too many wars,
Women and children must be shuttin' their doors.
Protect your country and for this you must die,

Come on everybody, we're gonna' have a good time, yeah,
Gimmie' all the love that's in ya', I'm gonna' give ya' mine.
I wanna' hear some hand clappin', I want you to get in the groove,
We're gonna' play this footstompin' music, everybody get up and groove, yeah.

Oooo-Oooo, Oooo-oooo.
Oooo-Oooo, Oooo-oooo.
Oooo-Oooo, Oooo-oooo.
Oooo-Oooo, Oooo-oooo.
Oooo-Oooo, Oooo-oooo.

Oooo, oooo, oooo.
Oooo, oooo, oooo.

Oooo, a storm is threatenin', my very life today.
If I don't get some shelter, oh, I'm gonna' fade away.

CHORUS
War children, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away.
War children, it's just a shot away, it's just a shot away.

Oooo, see the fire sweeping, up every street today.
Burns like a red-coal carpet, mad bull lost it's way.

CHORUS

Inside Looking Out

I'm sitting here lonely like a broken man.
I serve my time doin' the best I can.
Walls and bars they surround me.
But, I don't want no sympathy.

No baby, no baby,
All I need is some tender lovin'.
To keep me sane in this burning oven.
And, when my time is up, you'll be my reefer.

Life gets worse on God's green earth.

Don: Mel, hit that on the second intro.
Mel: (muffled)
Don: Yeah, I think it sounds better to stop it quick.
Mel: (muffled)
Don: Yeah.
Mel: (muffled)
Don: Okay, like you did, (noise) like you did, (noise) like you did, I'll stop my cymbal quick, then, on the second intro.
Mel: (muffled)

Don: Alright, alright.
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Don: The tape is rolling.
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