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What happened to the old records
When it sounded like this
What happened to the old records
When it was strictly classics
Repeat
What’s going on is what he once said
Guess nobody heard him
And it’s no better as days go by
I’m gettin’ fed up
Pain and misery is taking over me
Hungry babies unemployment lines people
Steady dying
I’m getttin’ my bags and I’m goning
To the place that is no where
Chorus
I’m going going packin’ my bags
And going to no man’s land
I’m going going packin’ my bags
I’m going to no man’s land
Catching cases and during time I’m getting
Careless
My baby’s mama making me loose my mind
Gotta keep my head up
The divorce rates running high ain’t no
Family ties
Where’s our future, chruches burning down,
Disease is spreading around
I’m gettin’ my bags and I’m going to a place
Where no man’s land
Chorus
Sign of the times staring you in your face
I must go on try to find a better place
Repeat chorus five times
Ad-lib
Gotta get away find here go far from here
Fly away from here
Gotta get away find here go far from here
Fade
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