Capo 1st fret C F C F C F Am Dm G Tell me who can forget that the German sun sets on the graves of so many million men. C F C F C F Am Dm G And the leather boots of hatred were poundin' on the pavement, and the branches of appeasement had to bend. F Em F Em F Em Am Dm G Camps were overflowin', all the people knowin' they had a job so Hitler was their friend. C F C F C F Am Dm G And when the war was over, judges, wise and sober, put them into power once again. F C And nobody said a word. F C And nobody raised their hand. F C Am And nobody cared to listen. Dm G C And all was silent in the land.
Before it was the fashion to take on integration and shake your hand with Martin Luther King,
The mobs they went a-searchin', at leisure they were lynchin', and the terror of the trees was made to swing.
Klansmen took to ridin' to plunder and to frighten, the council of the citizens was king.
And the congress of the nation was cautiously debatin', someone in the shadows pulled the string.
And nobody said a word.
And nobody raised their hand.
And nobody cared to listen.
And all was silent in the land.
Now the war is growin' louder, shelters diggin' deeper, hidin' from the whistle and the wine.
And again we ask no questions, again we learn no lessons, but the sad regrets will never do this time.
For explosions then unending will drown the words unspoken like the shattered sound of uncompleted rhyme.
And the rebel will be tasted in a world so fully wasted, not a hope, not a murmur, not a sign.
Nobody then will say a word.
Nobody then will raise their hand.
Nobody then will care to listen.
And all will be silent in the land.
Yes, all will be silent in the land.
(Words and music by Phil Ochs, 1963)
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