the sun goes up, the sun goes down
every day the Earth goes ’round and ‘round
babies born, old folks die
and by the grace of God will thee and i
every day i work like a
dog
eat like a hog and
sleep like a log
nickels and dimes for
food and gas
a rusty old car and
debt up to my ass
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Margaret Bourke-White, Life 1937. |
asked for my vote as a working man
said he had no time for those who take
and give not a bit back to the state
well, i got no control
over my fate
but i don’t mind
sharin’ a bit off my plate
cause when your well runs
dry
and your luck’s at an
end
you’ll be the first in
line to call me friend
the sun goes up, the sun goes down
every day the Earth goes ’round and ‘round
babies born, old folks die
and by the grace of God soon so will i
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