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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young
Performer
Stephen Stills
Stephen Stills
Vocals
Calvin Fuzzy Samuels
Calvin Fuzzy Samuels
Bass Guitar
Johnny Barbata
Johnny Barbata
Drums
David Crosby
David Crosby
Vocals
Graham Nash
Graham Nash
Vocals
Neil Young
Neil Young
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Stills
Stephen Stills
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Stills
Stephen Stills
Producer
Bill Halverson
Bill Halverson
Engineer
David Crosby
David Crosby
Producer
Graham Nash
Graham Nash
Producer
Neil Young
Neil Young
Producer
Joe Gastwirt
Joe Gastwirt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Forty nine reasons all in a line
All of them good ones, all of them lies
Drifting with my lady, we're oldest of friends
Need a little work and there's fences to mend
Steady girl, she was my world
Till the drifter come, now she's gone
I let that man play his hand
I let them go, how was I to know
I'm down on my knees
Nobody left to please
Now it's over, they left in the spring
Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things
And I want you to clap your hands
Awwww, come on and clap your hands everybody
Yeah, all right, yeah, all right, yeah
And a little bit louder now
A little bit louder now
And a little bit louder now
Yes and a little bit louder now
Oh, you know there's something happening here
What it is ain't exactly clear
Yes there's a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
And we got to stop children, what's that sound
Look what's going down
Ahh look what's going down
All right, whoa
What a field day, what a heat
Must have been a thousand people standing in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs
Come on, mostly say "hurray for our side"
And we got to stop children, what's that sound
Everybody look what's going down
All right, what's going down ah yes
Well it looks to me like there's a few politicians hanging around children
Perpertating some kind of myth on us all all right
Taking bout what a drag all the kids are yeah aahh
'Cause they got the guts to get out in the strees and tell the truth every day
Aahh yes, all right
Making it a little hot for them, you know all right
But you know that
We're all just out there proving
To Richard Nixon and Spiro Agnew and
Richard Dailey and all them other
Well, whatever you want to call them
That America is still the home of the brave, oh yes, it is
And you got to be brave children
How many is it that they shot down already?
Something like seventeen of us
Owww, but you know we gotta do it
We gotta keep on keeping on
'Cause if we don't do it nobody else is gonna
But you know if we can't do it with a smile on our face
You know if we can't love in our hearts then
Children we ain't got no right to do it at all, yeah
'Cause it just means we ain't learned nothing yet
We're supposed to be some kind of different, ahhh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh yes
And I don't know if I want white America to remember or to forget
That Jesus Christ was the first non-violent revolutionary
Dig it, ohh, dig it, ooh, right on, dig it, ohh yes
You know that paranoia, it strikes deep
Into your life it's going to creep
And it starts when you're always afraid
Step out of line the man comes
He's going to shoot you down
We've got to stop, hey now, what's that sound
Yeah we've got to stop and what's that sound, yes
We've got to stop, hey children what's that sound
Look what's going down, oh, yea
Written by: Stephen Stills
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