Machine Gun (Live At Filmore East, 1970 / 50th Anniversary)

Happy new year, first of all
Hope we have about a million or two million more of them
If we can get over this summer, he he he
We'd like to dedicate this one to the draggin' scene that's going on
All the soldiers that are fighting in Chicago, and Milwaukee, and New York
Oh yes and all the soldiers fighting in Vietnam
I'd like to do a thing called machine gun

Machine gun
Tearing my body apart
Machine gun
Tearing my body apart

Evil man make me kill ya
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make me kill you
Even though we're only families apart

Well, I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer, you know what I mean?
Hey, your bullets keep knocking me down
Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a farmer now
Yeah, but you still blast me down, to the ground

The same way you shoot me down, baby
You'll be going just the same
Three times the pain
Have your own self to blame
Hey, machine gun

I ain't afraid of your mess no more, baby
Ain't afraid no more
After awhile your, your cheap talk don't even cause me pain
So let your bullets fly like rain
'Cause I know all the time you're wrong, baby
And you'll be going just the same
Yeah, machine gun
Tearing my family apart
Hey yeah, alright
Tearing my family apart

Don't you shoot him down
He's 'bout to leave here
Don't you shoot him down
He's got to stay here
He ain't going nowhere
He's been shot down to the ground
Where he can't survive, no no

Yeah, that's what we don't wanna hear anymore, right?
No bullets (at least here)
No guns, no bombs