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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joan Baez
Joan Baez
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joan Baez
Joan Baez
Producer
Henry Lewy
Henry Lewy
Co-Producer

Lyrics

With your guns and drums and drums and guns Hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns Hurroo, hurroo With your guns and drums and drums and guns The enemy nearly slew ye My darling dear you looked so queer Johnny I hardly knew ye Where are your legs that used to run Hurroo, hurroo Where are your legs that used to run Hurroo, hurroo Where are your legs that used to run Before you left to carry a gun I fear your dancing days are done Johnny I hardly knew ye Where are your eyes that were so mild Hurroo, hurroo Where are your eyes that were so mild Hurroo, hurroo Where are your eyes that were so mild When my heart you did beguile And why did ye run from me and the child Johnny I hardly knew ye You haven't an arm, you haven't a leg Hurroo, hurroo You haven't an arm, you haven't a leg Hurroo, hurroo You haven't an arm, you haven't a leg You're an eyeless, boneless, chickenless egg And you'll have to be put with the bowl to beg Johnny I hardly knew ye They're rolling out the guns again Hurroo, hurroo They're rolling out the guns again Hurroo, hurroo They're rolling out the guns again But they won't take back our sons again No, they'll never take back our sons again Johnny I'm swearing to ye
Writer(s): Joan Baez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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