The Bomb Song
Now I want everybody here who feels the spirit of the song
And that means all you people out there in record land
To sing along with your old friends Country Joe & The Fish.
We will say an old time prayer as we look up to the sky and we ask the Lord:
Please, don’t you drop that h-bomb on me, go and drop it on yourself, alright …

Well, I said please,
Please don’t drop,
Don’t drop that h-bomb,
H-bomb on me

Yeah, I said please,
Please don’t drop,
Don’t drop that h-bomb on me.

Yeah, I said please,
Please don’t drop,
Don’t drop that h-bomb on me, yes,

Well, you can drop it,
Oh, you can drop it on yourself.

Thought Dream
I walk through the scented air of summer’s blooming

Into the frozen air of winter’s dying,
And as tears inside me fall
The pain of old wounds
Calls me to mend them,
And I realize once more
That things done before
Have no ending.

I feel the cold of eve slowly waning.
As sun burst rays of warmth overtake me.
And the twisted seeds of doubt
Which spread my sins about
Lie parched and withered.
And the present not the past
Claims me at the last
For it’s not over.

The Bomb Song (Reprise)
Well, I said please,
Please don’t drop,
Don’t drop that h-bomb,
H-bomb on me.

Yeah, I said please,
Please don’t drop,
Don’t drop that h-bomb on me.

Yeah, I said please,
Please don’t drop,
Don’t drop that h-bomb on me …

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