Kenny Rogers and The First Edition - Girl Get a Hold of Yourself

Did you ever get a feeling of dread?
That everything they’re saying’s not
All that they’ve said
Why do they want to take us to war, yeah
Why do they wanna put us
In a government’s war?
There’s all this fighting and we
Don’t know what for
So the rich get richer and the poor stay poor
Did you ever get a feeling of dread?
That everything they’re saying’s not
All that they’ve said
Poisoning the earth and the ground
So, death comes swift it never makes a sound
The air is filled with carbon monoxide choke
On the diesel black clouds
And the billowing smoke
Why do people fight over
Religion and politics
I’ve spent most of my life
Trying to figure it out yeah, yeah
Yeah it may be a question that
Never gets answered it may
Result in some kind
Of final disaster and oh
What a shame it would
Be but it would set the world free
Did you ever get a feeling of dread?
That everything they’re saying’s not
All that they’ve said
Did you ever get a feeling of dread?
That everything they’re saying’s not
All that they’ve said
Did you ever get a feeling of dread?
That everything they’re saying’s not
All that they’ve said
Did you ever get a feeling of dread?
That everything they’re saying’s not
All that they’ve said
All that they’ve said, oh, yeah

Written by:
KENNY ROGERS

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