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The Neville Brothers - Sons and Daughters & Sons and Daughters (reprise) (with lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Neville Brothers
The Neville Brothers
Performer
Arthur Neville
Arthur Neville
Keyboards
Buffy Sainte-Marie
Buffy Sainte-Marie
Background Vocals
Eric Struthers
Eric Struthers
Guitar
Leo Nocentelli
Leo Nocentelli
Guitar
Marva Wright
Marva Wright
Background Vocals
Tony Hall
Tony Hall
Bass
Willie Green
Willie Green
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm Burn
Malcolm Burn
Composer
Lorraine Neville
Lorraine Neville
Composer
Art Neville
Art Neville
Composer
Ian Neville
Ian Neville
Songwriter
Ron Cuccia
Ron Cuccia
Songwriter
Willie Green III
Willie Green III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Neville Brothers
The Neville Brothers
Producer
Malcolm Burn
Malcolm Burn
Producer
Charles Brady
Charles Brady
Engineer
Mark Howard
Mark Howard
Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Young man, on his way home from the market
Just enjoying a beautiful afternoon
Gets kinda dark
Sun just set
There's these other young men
Standing on the corner
Nothin' to do, just hangin' around
They're passin' out their weapons to each other
Brass knuckles
Pipes
Chains
Half a bricks
Broken bottles
Switchblades
[Verse 2]
Young man lands in jail for some crime
He did not commit
Three hundred and fifty-two years hard labor in Angola prison
Three hundred and fifty-two years at hard labor
Sleepless nights between sugar cane and cotton
It's where he learns the ropes
And pays with his soul
For some crime he did not commit
[Verse 3]
We think we're safe at home
With our bumper stickers saying
Just say no
We give up a few freedoms here and there
In the name of a squeaky clean America
Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical
Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical
Screaming for blood and justice
Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical
Screaming for blood and justice
[Verse 4]
They show us the faces of hatred over and over
A new one every week
Could be Manuel Noriega
Could be the Ayatollah
Any ol' scapegoat'll do
The young man will be our sacrificial lamb
[Verse 5]
Pro-choice, no choice
We're sending our sons and daughters to their slaughter
Pro-choice, no choice
Slogans mean nothing
To a young man facing Three hundred and fifty-two years
Hard labor in Angola
For a crime he did not commit
It's freedom of speech
As long as you don't say too much
[Verse 6]
You can't stop running water
You can't kill the fire that burns inside
Don't deny our flesh and blood
And don't forsake our sons and daughters
[Verse 7]
Yeah, you can't stop running water
You can't kill the fire that burns inside
Don't deny our flesh and blood
Don't forsake our sons and daughters
[Verse 8]
It's freedom of speech
As long as you don't say too much
I think we all runnin'
Thinkin' that we can hide
I think we're runnin'
Tryin' to get away
But sooner or later we gonna realize
We gonna meet up with the truth
Face to face
[Verse 9]
Yeah you can't stop
The running water
You can't kill the fire that burns inside
Don't deny our flesh and blood
Written by: Art Neville, Ian Neville, Lorraine Neville, Malcolm Burn, Ron Cuccia, Willie Green III
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