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The Ballad of Ballot of RecordWe're riding the trail,
That long lonesome paper trail,
We're rounding up votes
That strayed far and wide,
Oh the rustlers are fast
And the horse thieves are arrogant
We're riding the trail
To that darkest divide.
The Supreme Court was bad
And they gave us a president
Who was never elected
And did everything wrong
And we got those machines
That a monkey could tamper with
And our votes disappeared
And we're left with this song.
If you want to know how
We can take back our government
Be the land of the free
And be happy once more
Vote with paper and pencil
Count each ballot in public view
And to voting machines
We will bow nevermore.
Oh the paper trail faded
The machine logs were a mystery
And the courts and the law
Said we had no more voice
But we're riding the trail
The trail to democracy
And we're not turning back
Until we have a choice.
Tell the big corporations
The parties and candidates
That we're tired of their tricks
And we're tired of their lies
We will mark our own ballots
And we'll count them all by ourselves
And we'll ride 'til we win
And 'til fascism dies.
Copyleft 2006: It now belongs to you.
