tom

tom paxton lyrics::Like locusts and flash floods and flu.
From the ills that the flesh is heir to.
How much can a poor nation stand?
As he conquered with fire and steel, ground a groaning world under the heel.
Disaster, disaster, so what else is new?
Oh, a suffering world cries for mercy as far as the eye can see.
Lawyers around every bend in the road, laywers in every tree, lawyers in restaurants, lawyers in clubs, lawyers behind every door, behind windows and potted plants, shade trees and shrubs, lawyers on pogo sticks, lawyers in politics!
There are blizzards to batter the shivering plain.
How much can a poor nation stand?
How much can a poor nation stand?