BROADSIDE LATE P.O.BOX 193 MARCH CATHEDRAL 1963 STATION PRICE NEW YORK 25 35¢ No Y
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BROADSIDE LATE P.O.BOX 193 MARCH CATHEDRAL 1963 STATION PRICE NEW YORK 25 35¢ No Y. ILLUSTRATION By SUSIE ROTOLO by BOB DVLAN ~ It ~ A ?f1i ~ J. j I j gg Therets an iron train a-travelin' ~u f?J 12f t atJ g to BI \ rollin'thru the years, With a firebox of hatred & a \ A- ,\,'l~/"'" ~4li~:FJ~.~J ~J~~±~~d~I-L~l£J~1Gi§j~~ ·~r ~r ~ ') ~'- +-.:..., -#- furnace full of fears; If you e- ver heard itis ** L j---:t ~ 1) r:==i ¥ P I' J ;; I E:1 a )tl-t § I sound or seen it's blood-red broken frame; Then you 1 ~ ~ ~~ '- heard my voice a-singin i & you know my name.- TRAIN A-TRAVELINt - - - 2 Did you ever stop to wonder Have you ever had it on your lips 'Bout the hatred that it holds, Or said it in your head Did you ever see its passengers, That the person standinl next Its crazy 1111xed-up souls, to you Did you ever start a-thinkin' Just might be misled. That you gotta stop that train, Does the ravine ot the maniacs Then you heard •••etc. Maka your insides Co insane. Then you heard ••• etc. Do you eVer get tired ot the Preachint sounds of fear, Po the kill-crazy bandits When they're hammered at your head And the haters get you down! And pounded in your e~r, noes the preachin' & the po itles Have you ever asked about it Spin your head around, And not been answered plain, Does the burning of the buses Then you heard ••• etc. Give your heart a pain, Then you heard •••etc" I'm a wonderfn' if the leaders Of the nations understand, This murder-minded world That theyl re leavint in my hands, Have you ever laid awake at night And wondered lbout the same, Then you've heard my voiae a-singin' And you know my name. (Note: In the notat1on,the "2u by the Ifhold u sign means 2 ext.r.a, beats) I T A I N f T HE ALL Y T RUE words: Pete Crabtree tune: "Nelly Grayl1 Well I meta man this morning, Well I met another buddYt He was looking mighty blue, He was looking mighty maa And he said "vie: re bou:J.d to have And he said, nIt looks 11~e wa.r's a war, the only way, "We are heading for di:la:ter, "Cause the world Situation, And there! s no'ching we can do, Is so bad in every nation And there's no use in trying Might as well get it over with anymore"U today 1\1 tI (CHO,,) CHO: vlell it ain't really true, I can't help but have the notion Cause itt s up to me & you, That the folks across the ocean It's the pathway of peace Don't want to tight a war Wetve got to find. no more than me, If we all keep on try1n' If they all go out to tight it We can saVe the world from I don't want to be invited. dyin' , Cause the point of it is more Cause it ain't that hard than I can see. to save mankind. LAST CRO; Letts decide what to do, Cause it's up to me and you" It's the pathway of peace we've got to tind, If we all keep on tryin t We. can save the world from dyin' Cause it aintt that hard to save mankind. BROADS IDE # 23 ON MY WAY Brieht words a I1d NllAs ie- by PHIL OCHS VUse fl *$, Q r r rip l r J I GJJ). i \ J J J J I some-fimes s.ad I Thlnk- in' 01 1-f.te.. DI r r ~sJJ, J J J J I J J r r gaod timl.5 I have had __ 0+ fl1e flac, - es .I have I e- j a, ja J J I J j [J ;t II ,f J J IJ J <:::::::::::_- be...~YI SOW1e-+jWJe~ dowl1,SOme--fil11es Vip, some-times i 11 _ f<. e:t r.3 " J ~ ¢ r r II %21 J I J J J J J I ; r r OVl YMy w.a'i ___ +0 Of1- oth - e, worl<. - il'1 \ day. 01-1 C- f* @,2d) t ) J I J Id r r 1~2tJ lJ J I w2~ end ::r wi.sh that I c:.olAld sta-y, w~ y __ /, vd :r:. :D ;J J ~f ; J J J IAI ,. J J Ir r r r I J r J It]} II have 110 time 'to }'1 3y t?l1a 7.. hope ti1at I wi II see YolA.. 011 way, __ Additional Lyrics 2. And I got me a job in Buffalo BROADSIDE And it's cold when those chilly lake winds blow, And it's hot when that steel furnace glows :II: 23 It was dirty when that steel smoke rose. (Refrain) 3. Then California called me for a while, And the sun was shinin' every single mile. It was gettin' so darned crowded I could cry, Crossin' land and sea and fallin' from the sky. (Refrain) 4. And I've been all along the Southern shore, And the people there were lookin' mighty poor, They were waitin' for some factories to arrive, And some of them were fightin' to survive. (Refrain) 5. Yes, I'Ve been all up and down the line, But somehow my money stayed behind, A good payin' job is hard to find, And the graveyard's lookin' for another sign. (Refrain) Several years ago a large crowd of South African Negroes assembled peacefully at a town called Sharpsville to petition for a redress of grievances(of which they had -- and have -- many). Police suddenly opened fire on them. As they turned to flee, many were ruthlessly shot 1n the back. Many of us have seen pictures of the Sharpsville street full of bodies, men, women and children, lying sprawled in pools of blood. It was a deliberate slaughter, calculated to terror ize the African Freedom Movement ••• "The massacre at Sharpsville has passed unatonedff : this reminder applies sharply to Americans, too, for U.S. businessmen, attracted to the immense profits to be made from the USe of slave labor, yearly take out of South Africa tens of millions of dollars t all stained with the blood of the innocents slaughtered at Sharpsville. THE SHARPSVILLE MASSACRE :By John Steele c 1963 by author (Tune: "Streets Of Laredo") ,As I walked out in the hot streets of Sharpsville, Through the hot streets I did walk one day, I spied a young Negro, digging and filling, Digging and filling a grave he did say. I asked him the reason he appeared so troubled, I asked him why his eyes were so dim, His words were whispered as he tried to tell me The grave he was digging his child would lie in. Chorus: So beat the drums slowly And play the fife lowly, Play the dead march for the murdered and gone, A man wants his freedom, He'll die for his freedom, Shot in the back for dOing no wrong. They make us use passes, we're slaves to white classes, The Africaner protects us they say, We toil in his fields and sweat in his factories, He shoots us down when we get in the way. ( CHORUS) The wisa men gathered together in London, Three thousand miles from the blood and the moans, But a stand was not taken to save their brothers, The massacre at Sharpsville has passed una toned. The jails are all crowded, the bodies are shrouded, ~U~~~i~~ i~dri!r~: ~~xeb~:~~ !:~e~r:W~~lng, The massacre at Sharpsville will bring a new day. ( CHORUS ) The world grows small. Eighty-three men, women and children lie dead in the hot streets of Sharpsville in South Africa. On the other side of the globe a Canadian writes a song So that they shall not be ror~ gotten •• " IIA song is one of the most effective ways of keeping alive an event in historY.ee SharRsville is a symbol ••• of dynamic change and we sing it to remind the many people who enjoy South African frUit, holidays and wealth that the change is a reality, U John Steele. BROADS IDE # 23 BALLAD OF HATTIE CARROLL By Don West c 1963 by author o-iay be sung to tune of ll'\llayfaring Strangerii or similar.) Come all you poor & honest people She bent down & then she If you would like to understand staggered And listen to a sad? sad story Her eyes could barely see the Of happenings in th1s awful land. lights But no one turned a hand to help A story ot a brutal murder her Done by a rich & powerful man --It was a ball for socialites. Who beat to death a maid of color 'tl1th stylish cane ht;l~ in his hand. They took her to a place called Hattie Carroll, an honest ",orker Mercy Left her home that fateful day The doctor checked & shook his But little did she stop to ponder head for That she would never draw her pay. There's nothing now I can do/her --Alas she was already dead. She went to work that cold gray evening The church was crm\fded at the As she had often done before funeral Serving food & drink to rich mea Good people mourn, her children At the big hotel in Baltimore.