Show me a prison, show me a jail,

Show me a prisoner whose face has gone pale

And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
Bm g am d
And there but for fortune, may go you or i

Show me the alley, show me the train,
Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain,
And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, may go you or go i -- you and i.

Show me the whiskey stains on the floor,
Show me the dunken man as he stumbles out the door,
And i'll show you a young man with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, may go you or go i -- you and i.

[extra verse... written by noel paul stookey]
Show me the famine, show me the frail
Eyes with no future that show how we failed
And i'll show you the children with so many reasons why

There but for fortune, go you or i.

Show me the country where bombs had to fall,
Show me the ruins of buildings once so tall,
And i'll show you a young land with so many reasons why
There but for fortune, go you or go i -- you and i.
You and i,
There but for fortune, go you or go i -- you and i.

Here it is in french (supplied by william curtis):

Je vois le prison
Je vois la nuit
Je vois le prisonnier qui pleure sa vie

Et je me dis souvent
Quand je m'endors dans tes bras
Ou va la chance, a toi ? a moi ?

Je vois des blessures
Jamais gueries
Je vois le vagabond
Quit dort sous la pluie

Je vois cet homme
Au coeur perdu
Qui boit pour ne plus voir
Ce qu'il est devenu

Je vois des villes
Dont les maisons