You Can (Mass Trespass, 1932) For all those feet in ancient times For stepping out of line Dragging time and tide Against the keepers of the past The flags of class and caste Limp upon the mast All your week you were someone's slave Today you're a free man If they tell you you can't Then you can You can, you can, you can Walking high upon the hills Rough-shod against well-heeled A butterfly breaks upon the wheel A compass and a cap A sing-song and a scrap A dotted line across the map Chorus Every five-barred gate my home A place to call my own Stone to boundary stone For every footprint on the land The banners and the banned Who swayed the best-laid plans Chorus
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