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One Kind Of Free

by Ranchers for Peace

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1.
THAT BLOODY SUN From barrio or village they ride north on the trains Cooking when the sun shines, soaking when it rains Ragged little pilgrims, some barely in their teens Following their mamas or chasing after dreams They’ll cross at Nogales all right And then, ten miles out of town Get lost in the desert tonight Out where that bloody sun goes down Out in the Sonora some find their journey’s end In the shade of some barranca they may never leave again Or stumble into farmyards, upset the farmer’s wife Or through their final doorway and straight out of this life They’ll cross at Nogales all right And then, ten miles out of town Get lost in the desert tonight Out where that bloody sun goes down No border fence will stop them, forever they will come As long as things are better over here than where they’re from Ah, pobrecìto Mèxico: how can your children rest So far away from God and so close to the US They’ll cross at Nogales all right And then, ten miles out of town Get lost in the desert tonight Out where that bloody sun goes down
2.
TEARS LIKE GASOLINE In two towns, two boys in one week now Have taken to the gun And the old song comes ’round Why him, why her, why here Why did they do what they have done But no answers are found Hmm-mm, hmm-mm hmm Hmm-mm, hmm-mm Sometimes young men who can’t find love Start feeling blue and shooty And it’s women who pay And bystanders and officers Who’re just trying to do their duty When they get in the way Soon now the candles come And the flowers piled high With thoughts and prayers that somehow Never reach the sky Hmm-mm, hmm-mm hmm How long, how long Could you find your Jesus anywhere Down here in all this mess Or your Pillars of Islam While cops lift empty cartridges From the blood and broken glass And a killer calls his Mom Soon now the candles come And the flowers piled high With thoughts and prayers that somehow Never reach the sky No, grant this time the loved ones’ prayer That they be heard and seen And let their voices burn the air And their tears be gasoline And their tears be gasoline Hmm-mm, hmm-mm hmm How long, how long Hmm-mm, hmm-mm hmm How long, how long
3.
THE CALM AFTER THE STORM In the calm after the storm May you find your love re-born Its healing work there to perform In the calm after the storm In the peace after the rain May we recognize our pain Might be a gift, and not in vain In the peace after the rain We’ll be standing in the sun again And breathing free at last To leave behind the shadows of the past And on that day beyond the night As we step into the light We’ll give our thanks that we’re alright On that day beyond the night Yeah, we’re standing in the sun again No more to stand alone But, hand in hand, we’ll roll away the stone And in the calm after the storm May we find our love re-born Its healing work now to perform In the calm after the storm In the calm after the storm
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Hick Town 04:10
HICK TOWN Handsome are the works of man Glory is his middle name Wondrous are the ways he gets it done Countless are the stones he’s laid From the pyramids to the Empire State Endless are his deeds under the sun But each time he lays a brick down He'll make another hick town—how come He’ll fool you with his works of art Take your pocket watch apart And praise the marvels of our century He’ll name wise men and Presidents But ask the color of his fence He’ll only know the side that he can see And once you get this trick down Check if you’re in a hick town—you’ll be Because mankind shares but one belief To him the world’s a thing with teeth To him the world’s a pair of tiger’s eyes And it wants to gnaw upon his bones And stares at him when he’s alone The way the snake stared out from Paradise So he’ll not lay his pick down ‘Til he has made his hick town King-size And now he’s colonized the globe Forced Mother Nature to disrobe And from her juice produced a fireball And with his cheerleaders and Army boys He makes a patriotic noise So loud that he can’t hear his conscience call But if the clock should tick down He’s only lost a hick town—and that’s all That’s all, that’s all, that’s all, that’s all
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HAVE YOU SEEN TOM JOAD It could be any morning and it could be any day He’ll show up without warning and leave in the same way From Bakersfield to Jackson where the grapes of wrath are stowed Until everyone is asking, have you seen Tom Joad Well, he starts a conversation in a coffee shop or bar He wonders if our nation can survive the way things are With Liberty and Justice gone where all the money’s flowed While those left in the dust ask, have you seen Tom Joad Have you seen Tom Joad He’s the big idea they can’t erase And can’t run out of town He’s the joker who will trump their ace When the final deal goes down Well, he might be with the strikers when they’re holding out for more And you may have seen his likeness standing in the jailhouse door From Memphis to Topeka on the Revolution Road Where the voice of truth is speaking, you have seen Tom Joad So let the cradle rock, though the bough may break And Congressmen may cry There’s a higher law than the kind they make And a ghost can never die Well, it could be any morning and it could be any night Wherever the lines are forming on the side of what is right And when everybody’s children own their fair share of the load We can let him rest, but ‘til then, have you seen Tom Joad Have you seen Tom Joad Dear God yes, this wheel’s on fire, getting ready to explode But it’s stopping to inquire, have you seen Tom Joad Have you seen Tom Joad Well, it could be any morning
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ONE KIND OF FREE Some people are marching And some people don’t care But some people would risk their lives Just to be there ‘Cause some people would stack the deck Yeah they would load the dice They think to hang on to what they’ve got You’ve got to lose your rights And this confusion Its old roots run deep and strong It’s always been with us And always been wrong In “one Nation, indivisible” there can only be One kind of Citizen and one kind of Free Now we’ve got a problem We need to fix it fast Before E Pluribus Unum Becomes a thing of the past So now, just to clarify In case you’re taking notes One side wants to nullify The other Voters’ votes And if we let them We will get what we deserve But it isn’t too late yet, friends If we’ve got the nerve To stand up all together and declare that there can only be One kind of Citizen and one kind of Free One what? One kind of Free So if you’re white or Black or Brown Straight or LGBT Cowboys or Indians Or just watch ‘em on TV You know there never really was, oh but there still could be One kind of Citizen and one kind of Free One what? One kind of Free One what? One kind of Free

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A long time coming: our 3rd EP -- six new recordings, just in time for our 10th Ranch-i-versary!

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released October 7, 2022

Artwork by Ojai digital
Photo by Bernie Larsen, Ojai Underground Exchange

(p) 2022 O-V Sonic Recordings

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