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Machine Gun - Live at Berkeley Community Theatre
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Jimi Hendrix
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people, huh? I'd like to dedicate this to all the soldiers fighting in Berkeley You know what soldiers I'm talking about Oh yeah, and the soldiers fightin' in Vietnam, too Dedicate it to And dedicate it to other people that might be fighting wars With– Within themselves Not facing reality Machine gun Tearing my buddies all apart Hey hey, machine gun Tearing my buddies all apart Evil man make me kill you, baby Evil man make you kill me Evil man make mе kill you Even though we're only familiеs apart Filled with shame Well I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer I said: I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer But your bullets still knock me down to the ground My body hit the ground Fight like a farmer, baby On my own [?] For you still shoot me down, baby Back in the ground, back in the ground The same way you shoot me down, baby You'll be going just the same Three times the pain And your own self to blame Hey, yeah, machine gun Over yonder, stands a mother Sendin' clothes to her son to fight your war Oh, over yonder, stands a mother Sendin' clothes to her son to fight the new war But Lord, oh, mother I'm her lover And we don't make no child to fight no war So let your bullets pour down like rain leave no pain Let your bullets fly like rain Let it fly, let if fly like rain 'Cause knowin' all the time you wrong, baby And you'll be going, just the same Three times the pain And your own self to blame Lord, machine gun Those are sounds we really don't want to hear no more, except in cartoons and circuses And whereever Places where public saxophones are employed
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