Lyrics:

Well, I lived in a townWay down southBy the name of OwensboroAnd I worked in a millWith the rest of the trashAs were often calledAs you knowWell, we rise up earlyIn the morningAnd we work all day real hardTo buy our little meat and breadBuy sugar, tea, and lardWell, our childrenGrow up unlearnedWith no time to go to schoolAlmost before they learn to walkThey learn to spin and spoonWell, the folks in townThey dress so fineAnd spend their money freeBut they would hardly lookAt a factory handWho dresses like you or meWould you let them wearTheir watches fineLet them wear their gemsAnd pearly stringsBut when that dayOf judgement comesTheyll have to shareTheir pretty things