Then began the nightmare All over once again The revolution's debtor's prisons Filled with good upstanding men We said to hell with King John Adams Of this farce we'd had our fill And we set our sights on liberty Here in the Berkshire hills
Their courts they couldn't function Their judges on the run Each new day we had our farms Was a victory we'd won For years we ruled our land Stood our ground until We made our last stand by Great Barrington Here in the Berkshire hills
My name is Daniel Shays And I'm speaking to you now If I fought a revolution Maybe you can tell me how I was born a poor man And I'm a poor man still Bury me beneath the hemlock Here in the Berkshire hillsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
