What happened to the old records when it sounded like this what happened to the old records when it was strictly classics
What's going on is what he once said guess nobody heard him and it's no better as days go by I'm gettin' fed up pain and misery is taking over me hungry babies unemployment lines people steady dying I'm getttin' my bags and I'm goning to the place that is no where
I'm going going packin' my bags and going to no man's land I'm going going packin' my bags I'm going to no man's land
Catching cases and during time I'm getting careless my baby's mama making me loose my mind gotta keep my head up the divorce rates running high ain't no family ties where's our future, chruches burning down, disease is spreading around I'm gettin' my bags and I'm going to a place where no man's land
Sign of the times staring you in your face I must go on try to find a better place
Repeat Chorus five times
Gotta get away find here go far from here fly away from here Gotta get away find here go far from here
