Last of the Protest Singers Harry Chapin

He's the last of the protest singers
Selling truth and commitment
He don't get much work these days
He's billed as a novelty act
And he stands there with his thumb out
Hitching a ride towards the rainbow
That only he sees shining there
They say he's a fool, and that's a fact
Oh, oh, oh…

Yes he's the last of the protest singers
Staring, as he's strumming
For he sees the dark clouds coming now
And he says he feels those first few drops
He sees he cannot reach them
So he tries to sing out louder
And I say, "you're getting hoarser boy
He says, "should I give up and stop?"
Oh, oh, oh…

But I say, "that's really not good enough, cause there's enough of that kind of stuff"
And I say, "that's really not good enough, cause there's enough of that kind of stuff"
And he says, "I can't believe nobody cares anymore
And he says, "I can't believe nobody shares anymore
And he says, "I can't believe nobody cares like before
He says, "I can't believe it's really true, don't you care anymore?"