Tekster:
Gil Scott Heron And Brian Jackson

He was groovin' and that was when he coulda sworn the room was movin' But that was only in his mind He was sailin' he never really seemed to notice vision

I heard I needed to travel. "Go out and spread the word" people say. So I'm kickin' up dust and gravel on a racetrack near Marseilles. If it all

Hello Sunday, Hello Road Hello Sunday, Hello Road Manager we had just couldn't manage So midnight managed right along And it's got me out here with my brothers And

And now it's time to gather all the things we need to fly There's better days ahead, just wave good-bye we've better things to do now you and I.

near dawn. Another shift of men, some of them my friends, comin' on. Hard to imagine workin' in the mines, Coal dust in your lungs, on your skin and

his mind, and what would karen Silkwood say if she was still alive? That when it comes to people's safety money wins out every time. and we almost