Ballad for Americans - Paul Robeson (罗伯逊) Composer:Robinson/Latouche In seventy six the sky was red Thunder rumbling overhead Bad King George couldn't sleep in his bed And on that stormy morn Ol' Uncle Sam was born Some birthday Ol' Sam put on a three cornered hat And in a Richmond church he sat And Patrick Henry told him that while America drew breath It was Liberty or death What kind of hat is a three cornered hat Did they all believe in liberty in those days Nobody who was anybody believed it Ev'rybody who was anybody they doubted it Nobody had faith Nobody nobody but Washington Tom Paine Benjamin Franklin Chaim Solomon Crispus Attucks Lafayette Nobodies The nobodies ran a tea party at Boston Betsy Ross organized a sewing circle Yeah Paul Revere had a horse race And a little ragged group believed it And some gentlemen and ladies believed it And some wise men and some fools and I believed it too And you know who I am No Who are you mister Yeah how come all this Well I'll tell you Now let me No let us tell you Then Mister Tom Jefferson a mighty fine man He wrote it down in a mighty fine plan And the rest all signed it with a mighty fine hand As they crossed their T's and dotted their I's A bran' new country did arise And and and and a mighty fine idea Adopted unanimously in Congress July 4 1776 We hold these truths to be self evident That all men are created equal That they are endowed by their creator With certain inalienable rights That among these rights are life Yes Sir Liberty That's right And the pursuit of happiness Is that what they said The very words That sure does sound mighty fine Building a nation is awful tough The people found the going rough And thirteen states weren't large enough So they started to expand Into the western lands Still nobody who was anybody believed it Everybody who anybody they stayed at home But Lewis and Clarke and the pioneers Driven by hunger haunted by fears The Klondike miners and the forty niners Some wanted freedom and some wanted riches Some liked to loaf while others dug ditches But they believed it And I believed it too And you know who I am No who are you Mister anyway Well I started to tell you Yes Mister tell us who you are You see I represent the whole That's it Let my people go That's the idea Old Abe Lincoln was thin and long His heart was high and his faith was strong But he hated oppression he hated wrong And he went down to his grave to free the slave A man in white skin can never be free While his black brother is in slavery And we here highly resolve that these dead Shall not have died in vain And this government of the people By the people and for the people Shall not perish from the earth Abraham Lincoln said that on November 19 1863 at Gettysburg Pennsylvania And he was right I believe that too Say Mister we still don't know who you are I've been trying to tell you you see There it is The machine age came with a great big roar As America grew in peace and war And a million wheels went around and 'round The cities reached into the sky And dug down deep into the ground And some got rich and some got poor But the people carried through so our country grew Still nobody who was anybody believed it Everybody who was anybody they doubted it And they are doubting still And I guess they always will But who cares what they say when I am on my way Say will you please tell us who you are What's your name buddy Where you goin' Who are you Well I'm everybody who's nobody I'm the nobody who's everybody What's your racket What do you do for a living Well I'm an Engineer Musician Street cleaner carpenter teacher How about a farmer Also Office clerk Yes Ma'am Mechanic That's right Housewife Certainly Factory worker You said it Officer uhu You specialist Absolutely Bartender Absolutely Truck driver Definitely Miner seamstress ditchdigger all of them I am the etceteras And the and so forths that do the work Now hold on here What are you trying to give us Are you an American Am I an American I'm just an Irish Negro Jewish Italian French and English Spanish Russian Chinese Polish