♪ ♪ An empty place in a woman's bed, where a husband was made his bed. ♪ ♪ He fought for his freedom, fought for his right, but an American bullet killed him last night. ♪ ♪ He's only one of many to resolve the war, to give him a truce, I'll solve the door. ♪ ♪ Freedom, people, feed the poor, American troops, I'll solve the door. ♪ ♪ Raise a gun, put an end to war, American troops, I'll solve the door. ♪ ♪ ♪ Charlie Charleston died in the street, he's only one of many who are like him to me. ♪ ♪ His father was a rebel, now he's dead in the gutter. His child is dying, he's grieved for his mother. ♪ ♪ There's no one to lift his head and lie no more, to give him a truce, I'll solve the door. ♪ ♪ Freedom, people, feed the poor, American troops, I'll solve the door. ♪ ♪ Raise a gun, put an end to war, American troops, I'll solve the door. ♪ ♪ ♪ Said it isn't how to do it, you're the proof, but the blood is on your hands and that's the truth. ♪ ♪ Not scared of what's happening, there's nothing to do. Kill all of your leaders and their red, white and blue. ♪ ♪ From the red in their flags, from the blood of the poor. King, you make a truce, I'll solve the door. ♪ ♪ Freedom, people, feed the poor, American troops, I'll solve the door. ♪ ♪ Raise a gun, put an end to war, American troops, I'll solve the door. ♪ ♪ ♪ Out, out, America out. Out, out, America, out. Out, out, America, I'll solve the door. ♪ ♪ Out, out, America out. Out, out, America, out. Out, out, America, I'll solve the door. ♪