70 Miles - Pete Seeger

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Seventy miles of wind and spray,

Seventy miles of water,

Seventy miles of open bay--

It’s a garbage dump.

What’s that stinky creek out there,

Down behind the slum’s back stair

Sludgy puddle, sad and gray?

Why man, that’s San Francisco Bay.

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Big Solano and the Montecelle'

Ferry boats, I know them well,

Creek and groan in their muddy graves

Remembering San Francisco Bay

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Joe Ortega and the Spanish crew

Sailed across the ocean blue

Came into the mighty Bay

Stood on the decks and cried, «Ole»

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Fill it here, fill it here.

Docks and tidelands disappear,

Shaky houses on the quaky ground

The builder, he’s Las Vegas bound

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Dump the garbage in the Bay

City fathers say, «Okay,

When cries of anguish fill the air,

We’ll be off on the Riviere.»

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