(Words and Music by Joan Baez)       Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter    Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name    Busted on a drunken charge    Driving someone else's car    The local midnight sheriff's claim to fame       In an Arizona jail there are some who tell the tale how    Billy fought the sergeant for some milk that he demanded    Knowing they'd remain the boss    Knowing he would pay the cost    They saw he was severely reprimanded       In the blackest cell on "A" Block    He hanged himself at dawn    With a note stuck to the bunk head    Don't mess with me, just take me home       Come and lay, help us lay    young Billy down       Luna was a Mexican the law called an alien    For coming across the border with a baby and a wife    Though the clothes upon his back were wet    Still he thought that he could get    Some money and things to start a life       It hadn't been too very long when it seemed like everything went wrong    They didn't even have the time to find themselves a home    This foreigner, a brown-skin male    Thrown into a Texas jail    It left the wife and baby quite alone       He eased the pain inside him    With a needle in his arm    But the dope just crucified him    He died to no one's great alarm       Come and lay, help us lay    Young Luna down    And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons    To the ground       Kilowatt was an aging con of 65 who stood a chance to stay alive    And leave the joint and walk the streets again    As the time he was to leave drew near    He suffered all the joy and fear    Of leaving 35 years in the pen       And on the day of his release he was approached by the police    Who took him to the warden walking slowly by his side    The warden said "You won't remain here    But it seems a state retainer    Claims another 10 years of your life."       He stepped out in the Texas sunlight    The cops all stood around    Old Kilowatt ran 50 yards    Then threw himself down on the ground       They might as well just have laid    The old man down    And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons    To the ground    Help us raze, raze the prisons    To the ground       © 1971, 1972 Chandos Music (ASCAP)