show me a jail

show me a prisoner whose life has gone stale

and ill show you a young man

with so many reasons why

there but for fortune

go you and i, you and i

show me the whiskey stains on the floor

show me the drunkard as he stumbles out the door

and ill show you a young man with so many reasons why

there but for fortune

go you and i, you and i

show me the alley

show me the train

show me the hobo who sleeps out in the rain

and ill show you a young man with so many reasons why

there but for fortune

go you and i, you and i

show me the country where the bombs had to fall

show me the ruins that were buildings once so tall

and ill show you a young land with so many reasons why

there but for fortune

go you and i, you and i

-- phil ochs