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"Common Ones" by Chris Watkins/American Graveyard performed by Sarah Stollak. With permission. For more about my music and art visit www.worldonastring.us.

I first heard this song playing fiddle with American Graveyard. I loved it so much I wanted to learn it myself. Great song, great band, check out the original http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LBPVNBE0xug

This is a quick take on my iPhone, accompanied by Texas wind and birds chirping.

Lyrics:

Well I'd like to have a conversation with the people like me
The common ones, the ones that feel that they should still be free
Live how they want, vote in the laws they need
Now I see the children doing life over a simple bag of weed

Since when did prison become a savings and loan scam
Profit sharing stock on the life of the common man
Now don't get me wrong I think the streets should be safe
But I want justice in the courts instead of a legal money race

And I'm tired of seeing men die for other men's rights
To have a corporation come in and sweep em all aside
There's money to made, more money to be found
And when the pockets are drilled empty on to the next town

Meanwhile making criminals out of the people left behind
Pimpin all the women while the men cheat and lie
Now the cameras rush in, yes they want to find out
Why I ain't got no food for my baby's mouth
I ain't got no food for my baby's mouth

Ohhh chains unbound
We want our country back and I said we want it now
Ohhh murder in the street
The flag is still flyin but the colors are starting to bleed

Well we're on this earth together and we're all gonna die
So let's forgive a little more and let others live their lives
Cause nobody knows the how, nobody knows the why
So have your faith, have your belief, but don't take em to the line

And I don't need no rich man tellin me how I'm supposed to think
Cause he owns some tv stations and some newspaper ink
Cause it's the common ones, you and me
That keep the country runnin keep the flag flying free
I said it's the common ones when the shit goes down
It's our babies blood that gets spilled on the ground

So I wanna see them dues yes I wanna see that respect
For that blue collared shirt and that weekly pay check
That blue collared shirt and that weekly pay check

Ohhhh chains unbound
We want our country back and I said we want it now
Ohhhh murder in the streets
The flag is still flying but the colors are startin to bleed
Oh oh oh oh chains unbound
We want our country back and I said we want it now
Oh all the murder in the street
The flag is still flying but those colors are startin to bleed