What happened to the old records

When it sounded like this

What happened to the old records

When it was strictly classics



Repeat



What's going on is what he once said

Guess nobody heard him

And it's no better as days go by

I'm gettin' fed up

Pain and misery is taking over me

Hungry babies unemployment lines people

Steady dying

I'm getttin' my bags and i'm goning

To the place that is no where



Chorus

I'm going going packin' my bags

And going to no man's land

I'm going going packin' my bags

I'm going to no man's land



Catching cases and during time i'm getting

Careless

My baby's mama making me loose my mind

Gotta keep my head up

The divorce rates running high ain't no

Family ties

Where's our future, chruches burning down,

Disease is spreading around

I'm gettin' my bags and i'm going to a place

Where no man's land



Chorus



Sign of the times staring you in your face

I must go on try to find a better place



Repeat chorus five times



Ad-lib



Gotta get away find here go far from here

Fly away from here

Gotta get away find here go far from here



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