Pat Wictor

Show me a prison, show me a jail,
Show me a prisoner whose face has gone pale
And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
And there but for fortune, may go you or I

Show me the alley, show me the train,
Show me a homeless man who sleeps out in the rain,
And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, may go you or go I.

Show me the whiskey stains on the floor,
Show me the dunken man as he stumbles out the door,
And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, may go you or go I.

Show me the country where bombs had to fall,
Show me the ruins of buildings once so tall,
And I'll show you a young land with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, go you or go I
There but for fortune, go you or go I.

PW:  lap slide and electric guitars, vocals  
Cheryl Prashker:  drums
Chico Huff:  bass
Gretchen Schultz:  backing vocals

Written by Phil Ochs (Barricade Music Inc./ASCAP, admin. by Almo Music Corp)