Ain't That News Songtext

von Tom Paxton

I've got news of the very best kind
About troubles that are falling behind;
About people that used to be blind
Till they opened up their eyes to see.
It's news, when they begin to ask why
They're poor until the day that they die,
They're tired of the pie in the sky,
And they want some security.

And that's news, news, ain't that news?
Ain't that something to see?
News, news, you talk about your news.
It's mighty good news to me.

I've got news about some ordinary men.
They heard it preached time and again
To be patient and grateful, amen,
And "Don't agitate around here".
They argued and they talked it around
And they woke up and here's what they found
Their voices made a mighty big sound
Till they didn't know the meaning of fear.

And that's news, news, ain't that news?
Ain't that something to see?
News, news, you talk about your news.
It's mighty good news to me.

In Hazard they're meeting at night,
Organizing, and doing it right,
And planning for a hell of a fight,
And they sure don't aim to lose.
In New York the tenants said "no,
The slumlord ain't getting our dough.
They're fed up and I want you to know,
That's the very best kind of news."

And that's news, news, ain't that news?
Ain't that something to see?
News, news, you talk about your news.
It's mighty good news to me.

That's news, news, ain't that news?
Ain't that something to see?
News, news, you talk about your news.
It's mighty good news to me.