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He's the last of the singers,
truth and commitment,
He don't get work these days,
He's billed as a act,
And he there with his thumb out,
Hitching a towards the rainbow,
only he sees shining there,
They say a fool, and that's a fact,
Oh, oh, oh....

Yes the last of the protest singers,
Staring, as strumming,
For he the dark clouds coming now,
And he says he feels first few drops,
He sees he reach them,
So he to sing out louder,
And I say, "you're hoarser boy,
He says, "should I up and stop?"
Oh, oh, oh...

But I say, "that's really not good enough, there's enough of that kind of stuff"
And I say, "that's really not enough, cause there's enough of that kind of stuff"
And he says, "I can't nobody cares anymore,
And he says, "I believe nobody shares anymore,
And he says, "I can't nobody cares like before,
He says, "I believe it's really true, don't you care anymore?"

Yes he's the last of the singers,
But sometimes I him,
As he on his cold street corner saying,
"It's what I say not I am",
But at night, I hold him,
He and starts his crying and says,
"Should I just some rock and roll,
nobody really gives a damn?"
Oh, oh, oh...

Yes he's the last of the singers,
truth and commitment,
He don't get work these days,
billed as a novelty act,
And he stands there with his out,
Hitching a ride the rainbow,
only he sees shining there,
They say a fool, and that's a fact,
Oh, oh, oh...

There's enough of kind of stuff!