[ Originally by Joan Baez ]
Show me the prison, show me the jail
Show me the prisoner whose life has gone stale
And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
But there but for fortune go you or I, hmm-mmm
Show me the alley, show me the train
Show me the hobo who sleeps out in the rain
And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
But there but for fortune go you or I, hmm-mmm
Show me the whiskey stains on the floor
Show me the drunkard as he stumbles out the door
And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
But there but for fortune go you or I, hmm-mmm
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
But there but for fortune go you and I, you and I
