(Words & music: A. Latimer)
Another workshop song, based on the sounds heard
outside the workspace.we.occupied. The sounds
involved here were the trucks on the highway, and the
two-note song of a small bird.
Can't hear the song for the drivin' wheels,
Rollin', Rollin'
Can't hear the song for the drivin' wheels,
Rollin' all day long
There's hope, There's hope,
Listen to your mother callin'
There's hope, There's hope
Hear what she might say
My Mother says if you speak to the man
Nicely, Nicely
My mother says if you talk to the man
You might get along
There's hope, There's hope,
Listen to your mother callin'
There's hope, There's hope
Hear what she might say
My Father said don't let the bastards
wheel you, deal you
My Father said don't let the sons of bitches
Steal your song
There's hope, There's hope,
Listen to your father callin'
There's hope, There's hope
Hear what he might say
My brother says if we all stand
Together, united
My sister says if we make a stand
Together we'll be strong
There's hope, There's hope,
Listen to your family callin'
There's hope, There's hope
Hear what they might say
There's hope, There's hope,
Listen to your mother callin'
There's hope, There's hope
Hear what she might say
Tony: lead vocals;
Tim, Curly & Rick: harmonies
...yer don't say!
Tim
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