Joan Baez - There but for Fortune

Show me the prison, show me the jail

Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale

And I'll show you, young man

With so many reasons why

There but for fortune go you or I

Show me the alley, show me the train

Show me the hobo who sleeps out in the rain

And I'll show you, young man

With so many reasons why

There but for fortune go you or I

Show me the whiskey stains on the floor

Show me the drunkard as he stumbles out the door

And I'll show you, young man

With so many reasons why

There but for fortune go you or I

Show me the country where the bombs had to fall

Show me the ruins of the buildings, once so tall

And I'll show you a young land

With so many reasons why

There but for fortune go you and I, you and I