Текст песни God Bless 'Em All - Levon Helm
                                                The 
                                                best 
                                                of 
                                                intension, 
                                                    a 
                                                pound 
                                                of 
                                                prevention
 
                                    
                                
                                                Half-hearted 
                                                convention, 
                                                it 
                                                won′t 
                                                change 
                                                    a 
                                                thing
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                bangin' 
                                                your 
                                                head 
                                                on, 
                                                the 
                                                bell 
                                                of 
                                                abstention
 
                                    
                                
                                                Won′t 
                                                grant 
                                                you 
                                                no 
                                                freedom, 
                                                it 
                                                won't 
                                                make 
                                                it 
                                                rain
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                honorable 
                                                mentions, 
                                                    a 
                                                watch 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                pension
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                an 
                                                ounce 
                                                of 
                                                pretension 
                                                won't 
                                                take 
                                                you 
                                                to 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                ears 
                                                are 
                                                your 
                                                aim, 
                                                and 
                                                you 
                                                can 
                                                or 
                                                you 
                                                can′t
 
                                    
                                
                                                Nobody 
                                                remembers 
                                                at 
                                                all 
                                                who 
                                                you 
                                                are
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                the 
                                                years 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                beers 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                smiles 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                tears
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                measure 
                                                their 
                                                milage 
                                                but 
                                                don′t 
                                                shorten 
                                                the 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                love 
                                                of 
                                                old 
                                                losers, 
                                                bummers 
                                                and 
                                                boozers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pickers 
                                                and 
                                                choosers, 
                                                well 
                                                God 
                                                bless 
                                                'em 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                It′s 
                                                been 
                                                my 
                                                contention, 
                                                that 
                                                rapid 
                                                ascension
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                added 
                                                dimensions 
                                                don't 
                                                measure 
                                                    a 
                                                man
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                lose 
                                                and 
                                                we 
                                                cry, 
                                                we 
                                                love 
                                                and 
                                                we 
                                                try
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                fightin′ 
                                                to 
                                                finish 
                                                the 
                                                best 
                                                way 
                                                we 
                                                can
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                permanent 
                                                invention 
                                                of 
                                                old 
                                                ache 
                                                suspension
 
                                    
                                
                                                Has 
                                                brought 
                                                an 
                                                extension 
                                                to 
                                                those 
                                                who 
                                                will 
                                                pay
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I'd 
                                                rather 
                                                be 
                                                high 
                                                and 
                                                live 
                                                till 
                                                    I 
                                                die
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                love 
                                                it 
                                                and 
                                                leave 
                                                it 
                                                and 
                                                call 
                                                it 
                                                    a 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                the 
                                                years 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                beers 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                smiles 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                tears
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                measure 
                                                their 
                                                milage 
                                                but 
                                                don′t 
                                                shorten 
                                                the 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                love 
                                                of 
                                                old 
                                                losers, 
                                                bummers 
                                                and 
                                                boozers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pickers 
                                                and 
                                                choosers, 
                                                well 
                                                God 
                                                bless 
                                                'em 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Cause 
                                                the 
                                                years 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                beers 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                smiles 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                tears
 
                                    
                                
                                                All 
                                                measure 
                                                their 
                                                milage 
                                                but 
                                                don′t 
                                                shorten 
                                                the 
                                                fall
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                the 
                                                love 
                                                of 
                                                old 
                                                losers, 
                                                bummers 
                                                and 
                                                boozers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pickers 
                                                and 
                                                choosers, 
                                                well 
                                                God 
                                                bless 
                                                ′em 
                                                all
 
                                    
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