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Lost Song written and performed by Jack DesBois www.jackdesbois.com

Lagan Love traditional Irish folk song performed by Jack DesBois www.jackdesbois.com

Pretty Saro traditional Appalachian folk song sung by Jack DesBois www.jackdesbois.com

Hark I Hear the Harps Eternal hymn by Frederic Rowland Marvel performed by Jack DesBois www.jackdesbois.com

Jack DesBois, singer-storyteller A promotional video for my upcoming solo album (to be recorded summer 2024) and concert tour (fall 2024 - summer 2025). To learn about hosting a concert at your church or venue, visit: www.jackdesbois.com

Biden Blues - written and performed by Jack DesBois, for the 4th Worldwide Demonstration for Freedom https://www.jackdesbois.com/wakingup Lyrics: When I was just a kid, I’d shout and I’d refuse. My mama taught me, be polite, Taught me the words to use: No thank you, Joe; no thank you, Joe. I’d rather sing these no thank you blues. (Refrain:) No thank you, Joe; no thank you, Joe. I learned my manners well, So I won’t tell You where to go. This trip you’re tripping on, I don’t care to go. So thank you, no, No thank you, Joe, No thank you, Joe. Oh, Mr. President, You seem a bit confused. You seem to think that it’s your job To tell me what to do. No thank you, Joe; no thank you, Joe. My conscience does a better job than you. My mama taught me never Take candy from a man Who says he wants to keep me safe And hold me by the hand. No thank you, Joe; no thank you, Joe. There’s no way I’m taking candy from your hand. (Refrain) You say it’s not about Our freedom or our choice. You demonize each one of us Who dares to use his voice. No thank you, Joe; no thank you, Joe. It’s my freedom, it’s my choice, and it’s my voice. You say what am I waiting for, The evidence is clear. I’m not waiting, Joe, I know my mind: I’ve chosen not to fear. No thank you, Joe; no thank you, Joe. I’ve done my research and it’s clear, no need to fear. (Refrain x2)

Waking Up - a protest song written and performed by Jack DesBois https://www.jackdesbois.com/wakingup.html Lyrics: I was lying in my bed, Waiting for the day to start, Waiting for the sun to get me on my way, And I waited, and I waited, And while I lay and waited, That old sun, he set upon another day. And through the curtains I could swear I heard him say: Freedom doesn’t come in a can. Liberty won’t lead you by the hand. No lecture series guarantees the key to living life. There’s no magic pill to make you make a stand. Freedom doesn’t come in a can. There’s a songbird in a cage Who I met the other day, And she sang a song I never heard before. It was mellow, it was sweet, It turned my head, and it tapped my feet, And I asked how she could sing when she can’t soar. How could song so rich resound in one so poor? She told me: Freedom doesn’t come in a can. Liberty won’t lead you by the hand. No lecture series guarantees the key to living life. There’s no magic pill to make you understand. Freedom doesn’t come in a can. There’s a fellow, don’t ask WHO, Likes to tell us what to do: Close your mind, and leave the thinking up to Doc. He’s much smarter than you and me; Listen to him, he’ll set you free. You won’t even hear the clicking of the lock. Well, I listened, but it’s my turn now to talk. ​ And I say: Freedom doesn’t come in a can. Liberty won’t lead you by the hand. No lecture series guarantees the key to living life. There’s no magic pill to make you make a stand amid the strife. No, no one else will write you out the plan. Freedom doesn’t come, Freedom doesn’t come in a can.