you can't trust no one

well

the people in the city hate the people in the field

people in the valley hate the people on the hill

and i've been hearin' some shootin'

so far nobody been killed

people don't seem to wanna get along

wonder if they ever will

people

won't you come together

we've all got to live as one

i ain't right sure what that means but don't you reckon it sounds like fun

everybody pack your picnic lunch and everybody pack your gun

'cause you can't trust no one

well

i never kept my doors locked up

let my stock run free

i was roundin' up my hogs last week and i was missin' two or three

it kinda hurt my feelings that somebody would steal from me

they'd just come and ask me

well

i'd give 'em one for free

people

won't you come together

we've all got to live as one

i ain't right sure what that means but i reckon it sounds like fun

everybody pack your picnic lunch and everybody pack your gun

'cause you can't trust no one

came home from the town hall meetin'

hate to say it didn't go so well

finally told 'em all i was goin' home and they could all go to hell

i took my children in my arms

gonna keep 'em close to me

the world just keeps on changin'

i don't like what i see

now the city's burnt to ashes

the fields are still on fire

the valley's dark and lonesome

the hills are cold and bare

a lot of folks are givin' in

a lot of folks are gone

other folks are diggin' in

tryin' to carry on

people

won't you come together

we've all got to live as one

i ain't right sure what that means but i reckon it sounds like fun

everybody pack your picnic lunch and everybody pack your gun

'cause you can't trust no one

no

you can't trust no one

no

you can't trust no one