(Phil Ochs)

Show me the prison, show me the jail
Show me the prisoner who's life has gone stale
And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, go you or I

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
There but for fortune, go you or I

Show me the whisky 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
There but for fortune, go you or I

Show me the country where bombs had to fall
Show me the ruins of buildings once so tall
And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, go you and I, go you and I.