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Lyrics:
I've traveled around this country From shore to shining shore; It really made me wonder, The things I heard and saw.
I saw the weary farmer Plowing his sod and loam; I heard the auction hammer Just a-knockin' down his home.
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 weary miner Scrubbin' coal dust from his back; And I heard his children crying, 'We've 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 saw the seaman standing Idly by the shore; And I heard the owner sayin', 'Got no work fer 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 see my brothers working Throughout this mighty land. And I pray we'd get together, And together make a stand.
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.
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