Joan Baez Show me a prison, show me a jail Show me a prisoner whose face is growing pale And I'll show you a young man with many reasons
why And there but for fortune May go
you or I Show me an alley, show me a
train Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the
rain And I'll show you a young man with many
reasons why And there but for fortune May go you or I Show me the whiskey stains
on the floor Show me a drunken man as he
stumbles out the door And I'll show you a
young man with many reasons why And there
but for fortune May 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 And there but for fortune May go you or I -- or I