I can hear the rumbling river
as it rushes underground.
I can hear the breakers crashing,
I can hear the breakers pound.
I can stand beneath the waterfall
and shout with all my might.
I can hear ten thousand voices
making ready for a fight.
I can see the little hobo
as he shuffles down the street
I can hear him in the diner
For ten years he stoked the furnace,
heard that factory whistle blow
Got laid off by automation, boys,
and it put him on the road
Well, I met another fellow
He was mining down in Hazard
till the Union sold him out
Yes, they worked him in the coal mines
till his back and his arms were sore
Then they put him on the blacklist boys
and he can't go back no more
I can see the sharecrop farmer
as he wipes his sweaty brow
He can see the crop is failing
See the dust clouds swirling
on his paid -off farm and land
and see it trickle through his hands
Well I met a nice young negro boy,
Said he didn't like the southern jails,
but he felt that he had to go
Saying mom and dad were negroes,
and my son will be one too
And I guess it's up to me,
because we've given up on you
And as I passed an Air Force base,
With his shiny wings of silver
Saying, don't want to bomb them,
But orders, they are orders,
and my eyes are open wide
There's things I've seen and
you couldn't imagine if you tried
I've been talking to some people
and one thing I understand
Great blood is rising fast
There's a rumbling in the land