Hear Them All Song Lyrics with Chords by (Old Crow Medicine Show)

Hear Them All is one of the most popular songs of the time. Hear Them All lyrics written by Ketch Secor / N Rawlings. This song has sung by Old Crow Medicine Show,

Singer Old Crow Medicine Show
Album Big Iron World
Released 2006
Capo 2nd fret

Hear Them All Song Lyrics

I hear the crying of the hungry in the deserts where they’re wandering.
Hear them crying out for heaven’s own benevolence upon them.
Hear destructive power prevailing, I hear fools falsely hailing.
To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call.

I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all

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I hear the sounds of tearing pages and the roar of burning paper.
All the crimes in acquisitions turn to air and ash and vapor.
And the rattle of the shackle far beyond emancipators.
And the loneliest who gather in their stalls.

I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all

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So while you sit and whistle Dixie with your money and your power.
I can hear the flowers a-growin’ in the rubble of the towers.
I hear leaders quit their lying
I hear babies quit their crying.

I hear soldiers quit their dying, one and all.

I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all

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I hear the tender words from Zion, I hear Noah’s waterfall.
Hear the gentle lamb of Judah sleeping at the feet of Buddha.
And the prophets from Elijah to the old Paiute Wovoka.
Take their places at the table when they’re called.

I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all
I hear them all..

Hear Them All Song Chords



I hear the crying of the hungry in the deserts where they’re wandering

Hear they’re crying out for heaven’s own benevolence upon them

Hear destructive power prevailing, I hear fools falsely hailing

To the crooked wits of tyrants when they call

I hear them all, I hear the all, I hear them all

I hear the sounds of tearing pages and the roar of burning paper

All the crimes and acquisition turn to air and ashen vapor

And the rattle of the shackle far beyond emancipator

And the lowliest who gather in their stalls

I hear them all, I hear the all, I hear them all

So while you sit and whistle dixie with your money and your power

I can hear the flowers a-growing in the rubble of the towers

I hear leaders quit their lying, I hear babies quit their crying

I hear soldiers quit their dying one and all

I hear them all, I hear the all, I hear them all

I hear the tender words from Zion, I hear Noah’s waterfall

Hear the gentle lamb of Judah sleeping at the feet of Buddha

And the prophets from Elijah to the old Paiute Wovoka

Take their places at the table when they’re called

I hear them all, I hear the all, I hear them all

I hear them all, I hear the all, I hear them all…

I hear them all, I hear the all, I hear them all…

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