Machine Gun (Live At Filmore East, 1970 / 50th Anniversary)

Happy New Year, first of all

I hope we have about a million, or two million more of them

If we can get over this summer, heh heh heh

I'd like to dedicate this one to, uh

To the draggy scene that's going on

All the soldiers that are fighting in Chicago and Milwaukee and New York

Oh yes, and all the soldiers fighting in Vietnam

I'd like to do a thing called, Machine Gun

Machine gun

Tearing my body all apart

Machine gun

Tearing my body all apart

Evil man make me kill you

Evil man make you kill me

Evil man make me kill you

Even though we're only families apart

Well I pick up my axe

And fight like a farmer

(You know what I mean?)

Hey!

And your bullets keep knocking me down

Hey, I pick up my axe and fight

Like a fighter now

Yeah but you still blast me down

To the ground

The same way you shoot me down, baby

You'll be goin' just the same

Three times the pain

And your own self to blame

Hey!

Machine gun

Ooh

I ain't afraid of your mess no more, babe

I ain't afraid no more

After awhile your

Your cheap talk don't even cause me pain

So let your bullets fly like rain

'Cause I know all the time

You're wrong, baby

And you be goin' just the same

Yeah machine gun

Tearing my family apart

Yeah yeah, alright

Tearing my family apart

Don't you shoot him down

He's about to leave here

Don't you shoot him down

He's got to stay here

He ain't goin' nowhere

He's been shot down to the ground

Oh where he can't survive, no, no