Richard Jarboe


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Everybody Is Getting Out Of Town

Population, getting out of town,
Population, got their running shoes,
Population, wondering which road to choose,
Everybody's getting out of town.

They all want to leave; they would if they could,
But right now the road's no good,
If you're not crying, you might as well laugh,
While you're trying to get out of town.

Power plant, glowing in the dark,
Nobody sure, what set the spark,
They say the island is sinking fast,
Everybody's getting out of town.

Population, looking for a sign,
Whose fault is it, living on the fault line? ...

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1861

On Good Friday,1861,
Fort Sumter was the first decision done,
Soon disintegration of father, brother and son,
Lincoln made his choice and then,
Down went more than 600 thousand men.

On Good Friday 1865,
Hell spawned a dream Lincoln would tell,
He dreamt of sailing to an unknown horizon,

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