Banks are Made of Marble | Pete Seeger

I've traveled round this country From shore to shining shore. It really made me wonder The things I heard and saw.

I saw the weary farmer, Plowing sod and loam; I heard the auction hammer A knocking down his home.

[Chorus:] But the banks are made of marble, With a guard at every door, And the vaults are stuffed with silver, That the farmer sweated for.

I saw the seaman standing Idly by the shore. I heard the bosses saying, Got no work for you no more.

But the banks are made of marble, With a guard at every door, And the vaults are stuffed with silver, That the seaman sweated for.

I saw the weary miner, Scrubbing coal dust from his back, I heard his children cryin', Got no coal to heat the shack.

But the banks are made of marble, With a guard at every door, And the vaults are stuffed with silver, That the miner sweated for.

I've seen my brothers working Throughout this mighty land; I prayed we'd get together, And together make a stand.

[Final Chorus:] Then we'd own those banks of marble, With a guard at every door; And we'd share those vaults of silver, That we have sweated for

Chain Gang Bound - Josh White & His Carolinians

Joe Hill - Earl Robinson

I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night Alive as you and me Says I, But Joe, you're ten years dead, I never died, says he, I never died, says he.

In Salt Lake, Joe, by God, says I Him standing by my bed, They framed you on a murder charge. Says Joe, But I ain't dead, says Joe, But I ain't dead.

The copper bosses shot you, Joe, They killed you, Joe, says I. Takes more than guns to kill a man, Says Joe, I didn't die, says Joe, I didn't die.

And standing there as big as life And smiling with his eyes Joe says, What they forgot to kill Went on to organize, went on to organize.

Joe Hill ain't dead, he says to me, Joe Hill ain't never died. Where workingmen are out on strike Joe Hill is at their side, Joe Hill is at their side.

From San Diego up to Maine In every mine and mill Where workers strike and organize, Says he, You'll find Joe Hill, says he, You'll find Joe Hill.

This Land is Your Land - Woody Guthrie

This land is your land This land is my land From California to the New York island; From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and Me.

As I was walking that ribbon of highway, I saw above me that endless skyway: I saw below me that golden valley: This land was made for you and me.

I've roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts; And all around me a voice was sounding: This land was made for you and me.

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling, And the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling, As the fog was lifting a voice was chanting: This land was made for you and me.

As I went walking I saw a sign there And on the sign it said "No Trespassing." But on the other side it didn't say nothing, That side was made for you and me.

In the shadow of the steeple I saw my people, By the relief office I seen my people; As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking Is this land made for you and me?

Nobody living can ever stop me, As I go walking that freedom highway; Nobody living can ever make me turn back This land was made for you and me.

Jim Crow - The Union Boys

Come listen all you galls and boys I's jist from Tuckyhoe, I'm going to sing a little song, my name's Jim Crow, Weel about and turn about and do jis so, Eb'ry time I weel about and jump Jim Crow.

Oh I'm a roarer on de fiddle, and down in old Virginny, They say I play de skyentific like Massa Pagannini. Weel about and turn about and do jis so, Eb'ry time I weel about and jump Jim Crow.

I went down to de riber, I didn't mean to stay, But dere I see so many galls, I couldn't get away. Weel about and turn about and do jis so, Eb'ry time I weel about and jump Jim Crow.

I git upon a flat boat, I cotch de uncle Sam, But I went to see de place where de kill'd Packenham. Weel about and turn about and do jis so, Eb'ry time I weel about and jump Jim Crow.

And den I do to Orleans and feel so full of fight, Dey put me in de Calaboose and keep me dare all night. Weel about and turn about and do jis so, Eb'ry time I weel about and jump Jim Crow.

Farmer's Letter to the President - Bob Miller

<> The Strange Death of John Doe - Almanac Singers ----------------------------------------------- I'll sing you a song and it's not very long. It's about a young man who never did wrong; Suddenly he died one day. The reason why, no one would say. He was tall and long and his arms were strong, And this is the strange part of my song; He was always well from foot to head, And then one day they found him dead. They found him dead so I've been told, His eyes were closed, his heart was cold; Only one clue to why he died - A bayonet sticking in his side Southern Exposure - Josh White ------------------------------ Talking Atom - Pete Seeger -------------------------- Well, I'm gonna preach you a sermon 'bout Old Man Atom, I don't mean the Adam in the Bible datum. I don't mean the Adam that Mother Eve mated, I mean that thing that science liberated. Einstein says he's scared, And when Einstein's scared, I'm scared. Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Alamogordo, Bikini... Here's my moral, plain as day, Old Man Atom is here to stay. He's gonna hang around, it's plain to see, But, ah, my dearly beloved, are we? We hold these truths to be self-evident All men may be cremated equal. Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- here's my text Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- Lordy, who'll be next. The science guys, from every clime, They all pitched in with overtime. Before they knew it, the job was done; They'd hitched up the power of the gosh-darn sun, They put a harness on Old Sol, Splittin' atoms, while the diplomats was splittin' hairs . . . Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- what'll we do? Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- they both went up the blue. Then the cartel crowd put on a show To turn back the clock on the UNO, To get a corner on atoms and maybe extinguish Every darned atom that can't speak English. Down with foreign-born atoms! Yes, Sir! Hiroshima, Nagasaki... But the atom's international, in spite of hysteria, Flourishes in Utah, also Siberia. And whether you're white, black, red or brown, The question is this, when you boil it down: To be or not to be! That is the question. . . Atoms to atoms, and dust to dust, If the world makes A-bombs, something's bound to bust. Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Alamogordo, Bikini... No, the answer to it all isn't milit We've Got a Plan - Tom Glazer & Josh White ------------------------------------------ <> Bank Failures - Bob Miller -------------------------- The House I Live In - Earl Robinson ----------------------------------- The house I live in, a plot of earth, a street, The grocer and the butcher and the people that I meet The children in the playground, the faces that I see; All races, all religions, that�s America to me. The place I work in, the worker at my side The little town or city where my people lived and died, The "howdy" and the handshake, the air of feeling free, The right to speak my mind out, that�s America to me. The things I see about me, the big things and the small, The little corner newsstand and the house a mile tall; The wedding and the churchyard, the laughter and the tears, The dream that�s been a growin�, for a hundred-fifty years. The town I live in, the street, the house, the room, The pavement of the city, or a garden all in bloom, The church, the school, the club house, the million lights I see, But especially the people, that�s America to me. The house I live in, my neighbors, white and black, The people who just came here, or from generations back, The Town Hall and the soap box, the torch of Liberty, A home for all God�s children, that�s America to me. The words of Old Abe Lincoln, of Jefferson and Paine, Of Washington and Jackson, and the tasks that still remain, The little bridge at Concord, where Freedom�s fight began, Our Gettysburg and Midway, and the story of Bataan. The house I live in, the goodness everywhere, A land of wealth and beauty with enough for all to share, A house that we call Freedom, the home of Liberty, And it belongs to fighting people, that�s America to me. Round & Round Hitler's Grave - Almanac Singers ---------------------------------------------- Now I wished I had a bushel Wished I had a peck Wished I had old Hitler With a rope around his neck. Hey, round, round Hitler's grave Round, round we go Gonna lay that poor boy down He won't get up no more. Mussolini [Hermann Goering] won't last long Tell you the reason why We're a-gonna salt his beef And hang it up to dry. The German army general staff I guess they missed connection Went a hundred miles a day But in the wrong direction. I'm a-goin' to Berlin To Mister Hitler's town I'm gonna take my forty-four And blow his playhouse down. How Hitler went to Russia In search of Russian oil But the only oil he'll find there Is a pot in which he'll boil. [Hitler said to Goering Here's what he did say I can't understand this Russian snow, It's getting too hot for me.] Now Mister Hitler's traveling mighty fast But he's on a one-way [single] track Started down that Moscow road But now he's coming back. Eisenhower Blues - J.B Lenoir ----------------------------- Hey everybody, I was talkin' to you I ain't tellin' you jivin', this is the natural truth I got them Eisenhower blues Thinkin' about me and you, what on earth are we gonna do? My money's gone, my fun is gone The way things look, how can I be here long? Taken all my money, to pay the tax I'm only givin' you people, the natural facts I only tellin' you people, my belief Because I am headed straight, on relief Ain't go a dime, ain't even got a cent I don't even have no money, to pay my rent My baby needs some clothes, she needs some shoes Peoples I don't know what, I'm gonna do Unity Rhumba - Goodson & Vale ----------------------------- <>