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If you miss me at the back of the bus
1. If you miss me at the back of the bus
You can't me nowhere, oh
Come on over to the front of the bus
I'll be ridin' right there
2) If you miss me at the picked line
You can't me nowhere, oh
Come on over to the city jail
I'll be ... over there
One of the young people had just come down Cairo, Illinois ...
3) If you miss me on the Mississippi river
You can't me nowhere, oh
Come on over to the swimmin' pool
I'll be swimmin' right there
oh, ... words ... profetic. Came true ... october ... november
... Just a start
4) If you miss me at the cotton field
You can't me nowhere,
Come on over to the clock house
I'll be votin' right there oh
This land is your land
( Woody Guthrie )
This land is your land, this land is my land
From California to the New York Island
From the Redwood Forrest to the Gulf-Stream Waters
This land is made for you and me.
As I went walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me the endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me.
When the sun came shining, then I was stroling,
And the wheat fields waving, and the dust clouds rolling
A voice was chanting as the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me.
I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts
All around me a voice was sounding
This land was made for you and me
In the squares of the city, in the shadow of the steeple
By the relif office I saw my people
As they stood there hungry I stood athere whistling
This land was made for you and me.
Nobody living can ever stop me
As I go walking my freedom highway
Nobody living can make me turn back
This land was made for you and me
Viva la quince brigada
Viva la quince brigada
Rumbala, rumbala, rumbala
Que se ha cubierta de gloria
Ay, Maсuela. Ay, Maсuela
Luchamos contra los moros
Rumbala, rumbala, rumbala
Mercanerios y fascistas
Ay, Maсuela. Ay, Maсuela
Solo es nuestro deseo
Rumbala, rumbala, rumbala
Acaber con el fascismo
Ay, Maсuela. Ay, Maсuela
En los frentes de Jarama
Rumbala, rumbala, rumbala
No tenemosni aviones,
ni tanques, ni caсones
Ay, Maсuela
Ya salimos de Espaсa
Rumbala, rumbala, rumbala
Para luchar en otros frentes
Ay, Maсuela. Ay, Maсuela
Viva la quince brigada
Rumbala, rumbala, rumbala
Que se ha cubierta de gloria
Ay, Maсuela. Ay, Maсuela
Manuella
(P. Seeger / B. Bergman 1968)
Dalida (France)
Elle venait de Catalogne
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Etait fille de Pйon
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Son courage fit qu'on fredonne
Aпe Manuella, Aпe Manuella
Son courage fit qu'on fredonne
Aпe Manuella, Aпe Manuella
Elle fit passer la frontiиre
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
A tous ceux qui volontaires,
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Voulaient dйfendre l'Espagne
Aпe Manuella, Aпe Manuella
Dans la cinquiиme brigade
Aпe Manuella, Aпe Manuella
Ils venaient de par le monde
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
De Paris, Moscou ou Londres
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Et certains ont croit savoir
Aпe Manuella, Aпe Manuella
Qu'ils venaient de nulle part
Aпe Manuella, Aпe Manuella
"Mais en 1937, prиs du cafй Tranquilidade alors que la cinquiиme
brigade
doit quitter l'Espagne elle pйrit dans l'embuscade que lui tendait
l'ennemi"
Elle avait seize ans а peine
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Mais n'ayez pas trop de peine
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Son action ne fut pas vaine
Aпe Manuella, Aпe Manuella
Son action de fut pas vaine
Aпe Manuella, Aпe Manuella
Elle venait de Catalogne
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Etait fille de Pйon
Rumba la rumba la rumba la
Son courage fait qu'on fredonne
Aпe Manuella,Aпe Manuella
Son courage fait qu'on fredonne
Aпe Manuella, Aпe Manuella
I'm Gonna Mail Myself To You
I'm gonna wrap myself in paper
I'm gonna dot myself with glue
Stick some stamps on top of my head
I'm gonna mail myself to you
I'm gonna tie me up in a red string
I'm gonna tie a blue ribbon too
Climb up inside my mailbox
I'm gonna mail myself to you
When you find me in your mailbox
Cut the string and let me out
Wash the glue from off my fingers
Stick some bubblegum in my mouth
When you find me in your mailbox
Wash the glue from off my head
Fill me up with ice cream sodas
Tuck me into a nice warm bed
I'm gonna wrap myself in paper
I'm gonna dot myself with glue
Stick some stamps on top of my head
I'm gonna mail myself to you
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