Lend a hand before you start pointing fingers
Don't thumb your nose before you open your arms
Chastise not those who have lost, but never cheated
Stretch out your hands before the stretchers are needed
We all are kin somewhere down the line
Before you go looking for a goat
Don't waste your needle and thread on scarlet Letters
False sanctimony slices just like bologna
And if you would, sir please slice it right down the middle
We both like the sound of a fiddle
Let the fiddle play all night long
Tip the player to keep playing that song
The one about tulips, bullets and moons
The one that my mama would just as soon
Prefer her Daddy to croon
We all are kin somewhere down the line
We all are kin somewhere down the line
We all are kin, I am your kind
We all are kin somewhere down the line
We all are kin somewhere down the line