Bob Seger - Persecution Smith Lyrics




He rises every morning but he don't look at the sun
He reaches in the corner where he keeps his loaded gun
Then he checks the firing action,as he straps it to his chest
Plans an ambush for the mailman,even though it's all in jest
He's here he's there he's everywhere
He's found uptown and underground
Unlike my friend flicka you know he's not a myth
He's persecution, persecution, persecution smith

He's found at every protest march you'll see him looking on
He'd soon join in to help but he thinks it's all in fun
Cause he isn't colorblind not to mention no one's fool
He knows how things should be but he ain't out to change no rule

His eyes can't see like you and me
His voice can't speak but only shreik
His brain is like jelly his muscles they are stiff
He's persecution persecution persecution smith

You can't walk down the street no more without him walking by
You can't go to sleep at night without hearing him cry
You can't read a newspaper without reading about him
You can't escape him in the crowd for he will be among them

He's here he's there he's everywhere
He's found uptown and underground
In Watts, California you know who he was with
With persecution persecution persecution smith

When you're finished with your ideals
And you're finished with your dreams
When you're finished your crusading and no longer hear the screams
When you're finished trying to picture a world with people free
When you're finished looking up and the down is all you see
Then make your goal the first foxhole
And hide your head beneath your bed

Cause you won't be alone my friend you know who you'll be with
With persecution persecution persecution smith





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  1. Becauseima Genius

    This song rocks!

  2. Lee James the one and only.

    Living in the white house with friends.

    Blues Chewy

    You ain't just talkin'.

    Noneovyer Business

    Living down the street from the White House in his foxhole with Antifa.

    Blues Chewy

    @Noneovyer Business That was his goal.

  3. Blues Chewy

    13 people need to be persecuted.

  4. John Jarou

    this is some of best bob seeger stuff. you gotta go way back for this stuff.

    Blues Chewy

    The very best.

  5. Lee James the one and only.

    Wisdom from the mouths of " freaks ".
    AMIRITE?
    Thank you for the memories.

    Have a wonderful day,a day full of wonder.
    Alphabet, do you hear?
    Days are numbered.....
    Thousands of years of foolish dreams, will come CRASHING down.
    You are the end.

  6. MICHAEL M

    bob dylan influence

  7. Nycholas17

    Hits ya like a ton of bricks!!! This is THE brainiest and heaviest metal band of the 1960s. Go Bob!!!

    Sally Cooper

    Heavy metal?? You are so confused.

  8. farty mccrablice

    He rises every morning but he don't look at the sun
    He reaches in the corner where he keeps his loaded gun
    Then he checks the firing action,as he straps it to his chest
    Plans an ambush for the mailman,even though it's all in jest
    He's here he's there he's everywhere
    He's found uptown and underground
    Unlike my friend Flicka you know he's not a myth
    He's persecution, persecution, persecution smith

    He's found at every protest march you'll see him looking on
    He'd soon join in to help but he thinks it's all in fun
    Cause he isn't colorblind not to mention no one's fool
    He knows how things should be but he ain't out to change no rules

    His eyes can't see like you and me
    His voice can't speak but only shriek
    His brain is like jelly his muscles they are stiff
    He's persecution persecution persecution smith

    You can't walk down the street no more without him walking by
    You can't go to sleep at night without hearing him cry
    You can't read a newspaper without reading about him
    You can't escape him in the crowd for he will be among them

    He's here he's there he's everywhere
    He's found uptown and underground
    In Watts, California you know who he was with
    With persecution persecution persecution smith

    When you're finished with your ideals
    And you're finished with your dreams
    When you're finished your crusading and no longer hear the screams
    When you're finished trying to picture a world with people free
    When you're finished looking up and the down is all you see
    Then make your goal the first foxhole
    And hide your head beneath your bed

    Cause you won't be alone my friend you know who you'll be with
    With persecution persecution persecution smith

  9. Joe M

    It's about damn time these are released!!  This is Bob doing a combo of Dylan and a Yardbirds rave-up...great stuff!