This Town Is Not Your Own

In a cloud of dust they roam

Covered wagons down a country road

Happy people laugh and sing

For here the bell of freedom rings awhile

And the countryside is their own

Now the town, it's drawing near

Parents' eyes begin to shift with fear

While their children still play on

Not knowing they can never settle down

And make the town their own

'Round the camp, the fires are hot

Hungry children gather 'round the pot

But some will go to bed tonight

Without a bite of food, or heat, or light

'Cause the town is not their own

And at the dawning of the day

People come and tell us go away

We don't want you likes here

You bring dirt, disease, and to our children fear

Come on, get out, this town's not your own

So once more, we're on the run

Out to face the cruel winter sun

Oh, land of saints and scholars, we

Have lost our precious gift of charity

And don't recognise our own