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He's the of the protest singers,
truth and commitment,
He don't get much work 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 he's a fool, and 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 cannot them,
So he tries to out louder,
And I say, "you're getting boy,
He says, "should I up and stop?"
Oh, oh, oh...

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

Yes the last of the protest singers,
But I believe him,
As he on his cold street corner saying,
"It's I say not what I am",
But late at night, I him,
He shivers and his crying and says,
"Should I play some rock and roll,
cause nobody really a damn?"
Oh, oh, oh...

Yes he's the last of the singers,
Selling and commitment,
He get much work these days,
He's billed as a act,
And he there with his thumb out,
Hitching a ride the rainbow,
That only he sees there,
They say a fool, and that's a fact,
Oh, oh, oh...

There's enough of kind of stuff!