A song about how every sin is the same as another, and other such things.
lyrics
Give me all the beauty this land will allow
lay it on me heavy, lightning strike me down
man, I want to cross the ocean where there's more to see
I gotta get a whole lot of living done and I know it ain't only me
CHORUS
Travelers and vagabonds, bums accused of vagrancy
Dust your clothes and stamp your feet
better things will come to be
Sometimes the only measure of a man is whether he's got his teeth
But I'm here to make the claim, ain't none of us better than a thief.
Preachers and politicians, they come up with things to say
don't know where they get them from
same place they get their money I'd say
Eveybody ought to treat a stranger right
till their ain't one stranger left
Jesus was a stranger here and the police put him to his death
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