I woke up this mornin' and none of the news was good And death machines were rumblin' 'cross the ground where Jesus stood And the man on my TV told me that it had always been that way And there was nothin' anyone could do or say And I almost listened to him Yeah, I almost lost my mind Then I regained my senses again And looked into my heart to find That I believe that one fine day all the children of Abraham Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem Well maybe I'm only dreamin' and maybe I'm just a fool But I don't remember learnin' how to hate in Sunday school But somewhere along the way I strayed and I never looked back again But I still find some comfort now and then Then the storm comes rumblin' in And I can't lay me down And the drums are drummin' again And I can't stand the sound But I believe there'll come a day when the lion and the lamb Will lie down in peace together in Jerusalem And there'll be no barricades then There'll be no wire or walls And we can wash all this blood from our hands And all this hatred from our souls And I believe that on that day all the children of Abraham Will lay down their swords forever in Jerusalem

I am Kilrain and I'm a fightin' man And I come from County Clare And the Brits would hang me for a Fenian So I took me leave of there And I crossed the ocean in the Arrianne The vilest tub afloat And the captain's brother was a railroad man And he met us the boat So I joined up with the 20th Maine Like I said my friend I'm a fighting man And we're marchin' south in the pouring rain And we're all goin' down to Dixieland I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine And we fight for Chamberlain 'Cause he stood right with us when the Johnnies came Like a banshee on the wind When the smoke cleared out of Gettysburg Many a mother wept For many a good boy died there, sure And the air smelted just like death I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine And I'd march to hell and back again For Colonel Joshua Chamberlain We're all goin' down to Dixieland I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine And I damn all gentlemen Whose only worth is their father's name And the sweat of a workin' man Well we come from the farms and the city streets And a hundred foreign lands And we spilled our blood in the battle's heat Now we're all Americans I am Kilrain of the 20th Maine And did I tell you friend I'm a fightin' man And I'll not be back this way again 'Cause we're all goin' down to Dixieland

If you're all alone And you need someone Call me up And I'll come running Reconsider me Reconsider me If it's still the past That makes you doubt Darlin', that was then And this is now Reconsider me Reconsider me And I'll never make you sad again Cause I swear that I've changed since then And I promise that I'll never make you cry Let's let bygones Be forgotten Reconsider me Reconsider me You can go and be What you want to be And it'll be alright If we disagree I'm the one who cares And I hope you'll see That I'm the one who loves you Reconsider me Let's let bygones Be forgotten Reconsider me Reconsider me And I'll never make you sad again 'Cause I swear I've changed since then And I'll never make you sorry if you'll try And I'll never make you sad again 'Cause I swear that I've changed since then And I promise that I'll never make you cry

(Lowell T. George) I been warped by the rain, driven by the snow I'm drunk and dirty, don't ya know, And I'm still willin' Out on the road late last night, Seen my pretty Alice in every head light Alice, Dallas Alice I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapah Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made I've driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed If you give me: weed, whites, and wine And you show me a sign I'll be willin' to be movin' I've been kicked by the wind, robbed by the sleet Had my head stoved in, but I'm still on my feet And I'm still... willin' Now I smuggled some smokes and folks from Mexico Baked by the sun, every time I go to Mexico And I been from Tuscon to Tucumcari Tehachapi to Tonapah I've driven every kind of rig that's ever been made I've driven the back roads so I wouldn't get weighed And if you give me: weed, whites, and wine And you show me a sign I'll be willin' to be movin'