Help me sing
All you weary strangers raise your voice
In this chain gang chorus in our younger days
My brothers, we were naive sailors
Storms we'd all endure
Oh the road, oh you who sing her praises [...]
The places that she takes us, the choice is ours
We wanted much more than our fathers
While our mothers said their prayers

Now moving on up, to the east side
We finally got a piece of the pie

Baby doll
All you women of the travelers, your empty arms
Your patient hearts in waiting, bless your hearts
And your never ending patience
I could not go on without you
We're all the same
All blue and bright white collars, we're all the same
Our troubles and our sorrows and underneath
Blood and bone and mixture
Though we dance to different songs
Not songs to sing along
Not songs to sing along

Every man, every woman with a burden raise your hands
Raise'em up to the firmament, see those hands
Meet your brothers and your sisters, use your hands
We are our father's sons


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    General CommentDon't know how I'm the first one to comment on yet another amazing from an incredibly amazing group but I'll take it. The lyrics here are incorrect. These are the correct lyrics:

    Help me sing
    All you weary strangers raise your voice
    In this chain gang chorus in our younger days
    My brothers, we were naive sailors
    Storms we all endure
    Oh the road, all you who sing her praises are dust and bones
    The places that she takes us, the choice was ours
    We wanted much more than our fathers
    While our mothers said their prayers

    Yeah, we're moving on up, to the east side
    We finally got a piece of the pie...of the pie

    Baby doll
    All you women of the travelers, your empty arms
    Your patient hearts in waiting, bless your hearts
    And your never ending patience
    I could not go on without you

    We're all the same
    All the blue and bright white collars, we're all the same
    Our troubles and our sorrows but underneath
    Is the blood and bony mixture
    Though we dance to different songs
    And your mama's all right
    Your daddy's all right
    They just seem a little bit weird...oh, surrender

    Every man, every woman with a burden raise your hands
    Raise 'em up to the firmament, see those hands
    Meet your brothers and your sisters, use your hands
    We are our father's sons


    Excellent song and one of my favorites. Brian's vocals throughout add so much more passion to the song.
    BMDNYCon January 18, 2012   Link

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