Letras:
Bob Dylan The Freewheelin Bob Dylan

: Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that

: Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto They are ridin' down the line Fixin' ev'rybody's troubles Ev'rybody's 'cept mine Somebody musta tol' 'em That I was

: It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe if you don't know by now, An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe as you never do somehow. When

: Some time ago a crazy dream came to me, I dreamt I was walkin' into World War Three, I went to the doctor the very next day To see what kinda words

out quick . . . Someone wanted to come in and take a sauna) Well, my telephone rang it would not stop, It's President Kennedy callin' me up. He said, "My friend, Bob

: Oxford Town, Oxford Town Ev'rybody's got their heads bowed down The sun don't shine above the ground Ain't a-goin' down to Oxford Town He went down

Honey, just allow me one more chance To get along with you Honey, just allow me one more chance Ah'll do anything with you Well, I'm a-walkin' down the

"Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? And where have you been my darling young one?" "I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I've

Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that