Turn back
I went down to the river Jordan to pray
And a man with a gun he barred my way
Saying
Turn back, turn back,
There's no way through.
There's no way through
For the likes of you.
You better turn back
'Cause there's no way through.
I went down to vote on election day
But the man with the power he barred my way,
Saying
Turn back, turn back,
There's nothing to do.
There's nothing to do
For the likes of you.
You better turn back
'Cause there's nothing to do.
I tried to find the money my debts to pay
But the man in the bank he barred my way
Saying
Turn back, turn back,
There's no money for you.
'Cause the poor are many
And the rich are few.
You better turn back
There's no money for you.
One day everything's gonna have to change
'Cause the banks and the guns put us all in a rage
We're saying
Move on, move on
We're gonna move on
'Cause money has ruled for far too long
We're gonna move on
No more singing the rich man's song.
You ask me when, I tell you: Now!
You already know so don't ask me how.
The time is coming and won't be long.
We're gonna stop singing the rich man's song.
July 29, 2001, Petra, Jordan
