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Chuck Ragan Other

They took him in arrest with a shot through his chest And many more followed through The men folk shook their heads and said we did what we had to do

Pack up the truck and that old road Headin' straight up 395 There ain't nothing much like freedom and wind To make a tired man feel quite alive Oh and

Fare thee well old friends fare thee well we go burning up fuel and road oh but bet your stars one day we'll return for revival, sin and soul well the

(Traditional song composed by Gerrard Winstanley Modern composition by Leon Rosselson) In 1649 To St. George's Hill, A ragged band they called the Diggers

Old man are you tired Will I one day fill those boots Walk the world over In search of righteous truth Old man are you gone Down to the proving ground