When I was a young boy, the age of twelve
My friends and I we found ourselves a well
Where we threw coins all day but never heard how far they fell
If lady luck arrived we couldn't tell
Mother Mary, I ain't got no grace
Mother Mary, I ain't got no grace
Mother Mary ain't no help to me
We don't talk much these days
Salvation ain't gonna come my way
But when I see her move I yell run rabbit run
And when she sees me move she yells run rabbit run
You can out fox that hunter
You can out turn that gun
Today's the day you ain't gonna feed no one
Mr. banker don't you take away that home
Mr. salesman won't you leave them folks alone?
Please Mr. President won't you stop talking all that harm
I swear I can't tell who's side you're on
I've seen for miles before my time
Years before I was born and years after I'll die
People steppin' on each other while they're
Trying to tow the line
But a hand below you is a hand above in time
When I see them move I yell run rabbit run
When I see them move I yell run rabbit run
You can out fox that hunter
You can out turn that gun
Today's the day you ain't gonna feed no one
