Song of the Day, 10/4/02, Part I

[Bob Schroeck]

Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'.
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drummin'.
Eight dead in Ohio.
Gotta get down to it.
Soldiers are gunning us down.
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na.
Gotta get down to it.
Soldiers are cutting us down.
Should have been done long ago.
What if you knew her and
Found her dead on the ground?
How can you run when you know?
Tin soldiers and Nixon's comin'.
We're finally on our own.
This summer I hear the drummin'.
Eight dead in Ohio.
Eight dead in Ohio.
Eight dead in Ohio.
Eight dead in Ohio.
Eight dead in Ohio.
Eight dead in Ohio.
Eight dead in Ohio.
Eight dead in Ohio.
Eight dead in Ohio.
-- Ohio,
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
(Warriors' World version)
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.