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Witmark Studio, NYC - november 1962
To preach of peace an' brotherhood
Oh, what might be the cost
A man he did it long ago
They hung him on a cross.
Long ago, far away
Those things don't happen nowadays.
The chains of slaves
They dragged the ground
With heads an' hearts hung low
But that was durin' Lincoln's time.
An' it was long ago
Long ago, far away
Things like that don't happen
No more nowadays, do they?
The war guns they bombed an' blitzed
The whole world bled its blood
Men's bodies floated on the ground
An' in graves made of mud.
Long ago, far away
Those kind of things don't happen
No more, nowadays.
One man had much money
One man had not enough to eat
One man he lived just like a king
The other man begged on the street.
Long ago, far away
Things like that don't happen
No more, nowadays.
One man died of a knife so sharp
One man died from the bullet of a gun
One man died of a broken heart
To see the lynchin' of his son.
Long ago, far away
Things like that don't happen
No more nowadays.
Gladiators killed themselves
That was durin' the roman times
People cheered with bloodshot grins
As eyes an' minds went blind.
Long ago, far away
Things like that don't happen
No more nowadays.
An' to talk of peace an' brotherhood
Oh, what might be the cost
A man he did it long ago
They hung him on a cross.
Long ago, far away
Things like that don't happen
No more nowadays, do they? 
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Recording dates & record list 
THE WITMARK DEMOS:
GWW THE DEMO TAPES (vinyl bootleg)