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David Rovics - Palestine Songtext

My daddy was an Arab from Beersheva
A situation so unkind
My momma was a refugee from Ramallah
Had to leave her land behind
I grew up in this refugee camp
In this unwelcome land
In this little parcel of Lebanon
We were dealt a losing hand

Then one day the soldiers came
A tired old refrain
I'll try to tell you what happened next
But there's no way to explain
The soldiers raped my mother
Then they killed her dead
Along with the rest of the Shatila Camp
While I hid beneath my bed

Now I'm a-wanderin'
No place to call my home
All around the world I roam

My aunt came over from Jordan
Brought me there to live
And together we've moved to half the world
Oh for peace what I would give
In Beirut, Greece and New York town
I've watched the world churn
But my home is Palestine
Someday I will return


This is my situation
Here in the heart of the empire
Sent the 'copters and bulldozers
Turned Ramallah into a funeral pyre
You've heard my story
And time will not allow
Soon my visa will expire
What will you do now

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