Crosby, Stills, Nash (and Young) - 49 Bye-Byes/America's Children LYRICS

Stephen Stills

Forty nine reasons all in a line

All of them good ones, all of them lies

Drifting with my lady, we're oldest of friends

Need a little work and there's fences to mend

Steady girl, she was my world

Till the drifter come, now she's gone

I let that man play his hand

I let them go, how was I to know

I'm down on my knees, nobody left to please

Now it's over, they left in the spring

Her and the drifter, lookin' for beautiful things

Something happening here

What it is ain't exactly clear

There's a man with a gun over there

Telling me I got to be ware

We got to stop children, watch that sound

Look what's going down

What a field day, what a heat

And there's a thousand people on the street

Singing songs and care inside