We Shall Not Be Moved

Your bull- do-zers oll- ing through my pat of town, The

i- ron ball swings andknocks it al} down. You knocked down my

flap-house, you knocked down my bars, and you blacklopped it o- ver fo

pak all your cars. And where will I go? And wherecan I

Tl = flag a fast rat- Ber and = ride iton down, friends,

They're mm- ning the bums om of town

Your bulldozers rolling through my part of town,

The iron ball swings and knocks it all down.

You knocked down my flophouse, you knocked down my bars,

And you blacktopped it over to park all your cars.

You knocked down the skid row and hauled it away.

U'll flag a fast rattler and ride it on down, friends,

They're running the bwns out of town.

Old Maxie the tailor is closing his doors.

There ain't nothing left in the second-hand stores;

You knocked down my pawn shop and the big harbour light,

And the old Chinese cafe that was open all] night.

You ran out the hookers who worked on the street,

And you built a big ball where the playboys can meet;

My bookie joint closed when your cops pulled a raid,

But you built a new hall for the stock-market trade.

Now I'm finding out there's just one kind of war,

It's one going on ‘tween the rich and the poor.

I don't know a lot about what you'd call class,

But the upper and middle can all kiss my ass.