G Cm G Cm G Cm Show me a prison, show me a jail, Show me a prisoner whose face has gone pale And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why And there but for fortune, may go you or I Show me the alley, show me the train, Show me a hobo who sleeps out in the rain, And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why There but for fortune, may go you or go I -- you and I. Show me the whiskey stains on the floor, Show me the dunken man as he stumbles out the door, And I'll show you a young man with so many reasons why There but for fortune, may go you or go I -- you and I. Show me the famine, show me the frail Eyes with no future that show how we failed And I'll show you the children with so many reasons why There but for fortune, go you or I. Show me the country where bombs had to fall, Show me the ruins of buildings once so tall, And I'll show you a young land with so many reasons why There but for fortune, go you or go I -- you and I. You and I, There but for fortune, go you or go I -- you and I. Here it is in French (supplied by William Curtis): Je vois le prison Je vois la nuit Je vois le prisonnier qui pleure sa vie Et je me dis souvent Quand je m'endors dans tes bras Ou va la chance, a toi? a moi? Je vois des blessures Jamais gueries Je vois le vagabond Quit dort sous la pluie Je vois cet homme Au coeur perdu Qui boit pour ne plus voir Ce qu'il est devenu Je vois des villes Don't les maisons Un jour sous la guerre Ont croule sans raison