Cal Smith - MacArthur's Hand (Jason's Farm, 1976) | Текст песни

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MacArthur’s Hand

Sung by Cal Smith from the album Jason’s Farm

With high cheek bones and dark sad eyes

And shaggy, coarse black hair

The old man squared his shoulders

And returned the judges stare

When the judge pronounced him guilty

To the charge of vagrancy

He said I’ve heard your honor

Now your honor, you hear me.

For I once shook the great MacArthur’s hand

He pinned his medal on me

‘Cause I was his kind of man

I stood my ground in that brink of hell

When brave men turned and ran

Yes I once shook the great MacArthur’s hand

I’ve got no job or money

Just a few old ragged clothes

But I’m not a thief or beggar

And it’s no crime to be broke

I hadn’t harmed a single soul

When they arrested me

I was fit to fight your wars

Am I not fit to walk your street?

Now I came through that was unharmed

That’s what the record shows

But MacArthur felt and saw the scars

That war left on my soul

And frankly, I don’t give a damn

What your kind thinks of me

I earned a great man’s handshake

And that’s all the pride I need

For I once shook the great MacArthur’s hand

He pinned his medal on me

‘Cause I was his kind of man

I stood my ground in that brink of hell

When brave men turned and ran

Yes I once shook the great MacArthur’s hand.