Canciones Protesta

8/11/2019 Canciones Protesta

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Banks are Made of Marble - Pete Seeger------------

I've traveled round this countryFrom shore to shining shore.It really made me wonderThe things I heard and saw.

I saw the weary farmer,Plowing sod and loam;I heard the auction hammerA 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 standingIdly 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 workingThroughout 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.

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Chain Gang Bound - Josh White & His Carolinians------------

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Joe Hill - Earl Robinson------------


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I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last nightAlive as you and meSays 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 IHim 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 lifeAnd smiling with his eyesJoe says, What they forgot to killWent 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 MaineIn every mine and millWhere workers strike and organize,Says he, You'll find Joe Hill, says he, You'll find Joe Hill.

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This Land is Your Land - Woody Guthrie------------This land is your land This land is my landFrom California to the New York island;

From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream watersThis 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 footstepsTo 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 thereAnd 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.


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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 askingIs 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 backThis land was made for you and me.

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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.

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Farmer's Letter to the President - Bob Miller------------

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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,


4/29

His eyes were closed, his heart was cold;Only one clue to why he died -A bayonet sticking in his side

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Southern Exposure - Josh White------------

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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-evidentAll men may be cremated equal.

Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- here's my textHiroshima, 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 showTo turn back the clock on the UNO,To get a corner on atoms and maybe extinguishEvery 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.


5/29

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Alamogordo, Bikini...

No, the answer to it all isn't milit

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We've Got a Plan - Tom Glazer & Josh White------------

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Bank Failures - Bob Miller------------

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The House I Live In - Earl Robinson------------What is America to me? A name, a map, the flag I see,a certain word, "Democracy"! What is America to me?

The house I live in, the friends that I have found,

The folks beyond the railroad and the people all around,The worker and the farmer, the sailor on the sea,The men who built this country, thats 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 Freedoms fight began,Our Gettysburg and Midway, and the story of Bataan.

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, and the torch of Liberty,A home for all Gods children, thats America to me.

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,But especially the people, thats America to me.But especially the people, that's the true America.

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Round & Round Hitler's Grave - Almanac Singers------------Now I wished I had a bushelWished I had a peck

Wished I had old HitlerWith a rope around his neck.

Hey, round, round Hitler's graveRound, round we goGonna lay that poor boy downHe won't get up no more.

Mussolini [Hermann Goering] won't last longTell you the reason why


6/29

We're a-gonna salt his beefAnd hang it up to dry.

The German army general staffI guess they missed connectionWent a hundred miles a dayBut in the wrong direction.

I'm a-goin' to BerlinTo Mister Hitler's townI'm gonna take my forty-fourAnd blow his playhouse down.

How Hitler went to RussiaIn search of Russian oilBut the only oil he'll find thereIs a pot in which he'll boil.

Hitler said to GoeringHere's what he did sayI 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] trackStarted down that Moscow roadBut now he's coming back.

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Eisenhower Blues - J.B Lenoir------------Hey everybody, I was talkin' to youI ain't tellin' you jivin', this is the natural truth

I got them Eisenhower bluesThinkin' about me and you, what on earth are we gonna do?

My money's gone, my fun is goneThe way things look, how can I be here long?

Taken all my money, to pay the taxI'm only givin' you people, the natural facts

I only tellin' you people, my beliefBecause I am headed straight, on relief

Ain't go a dime, ain't even got a centI don't even have no money, to pay my rent

My baby needs some clothes, she needs some shoesPeoples I don't know what, I'm gonna do

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Unity Rhumba - Goodson & Vale------------


7/29

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Dear Mr. President - Almanac Singers------------

Dear Mr. President, I sat me downTo send you greetings from my home townAnd send you best wishes from all the friends I knowIn Texas, Alabama, and Ohio and unaffiliated.

I'm an ordinary guy, worked most of my lifeSometime I'll settle down with my kids and wifeAnd I like to see a movie, or take a little drinkAnd I like being free to say what I thinkSorta runs in the family,My grandpa crossed the ocean for the same reason.

Now, I hate Hitler, and I can tell you whyHe's caused lots of good folks to suffer and dieHe's got a way of shovin' folks aroundI figger it's about time we slapped him down.Give him a dose of his own medicine. Lead poison!

Now, Mr. PresidentWe haven't always agreed in the past, I knowBut that ain't at all important nowWhat is important is what we got to doWe got to lick Mr. Hitler, and until we doOther things can wait.In other words, first we've got a skunk to skin.

War means overtime, and higher pricesBut we're all willing to make sacrificesHell, I'd even stop fightin' with my mother-in-lawCause we need her too, to win the war, ol' battle-axe.

Now, as I think of our great landWith its cities, and towns, and farming landWith its so many good people a-working every dayI know it ain't perfect, but it will be somedayJust give us a little time.

This is the reason that I want to fightNot 'cause everything's perfect, or everything's rightNo, it's just the opposite: I'm fightin' becauseI want a better America, and better lawsAnd better homes, and jobs, and schoolsAnd no more Jim Crow, and no more rules, like"You can't ride on this train 'cause you're a Negro."

"You can't live here 'cause you're a Jew.""You can't work here 'cause you're a union man."

There's a line keeps runnin' through my head,I think it was somethin' Joe Louis once said,Said, "There's a lot of things wrong,But Hitler won't help 'em."

Now, Mr. PresidentYou're commander-in-chief of our armed forces


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The ships and the planes and the tanks and the horsesI guess you know best just where I can fightAll I want to be is situated rightTo do the most damage.

I never was one to try and shirkAnd let the other fellow do all of the work.So when the time comes, I'll be on handAnd I can make good use of these two hands.Quit playing this banjo around with the boysAnd exchange it for something that makes more noise.

So, Mr. PresidentWe got this one big job to do,That's lick Mr. Hitler and when we're throughLet no one else ever take his placeTo trample down the human race.So what I want is you to give me a gunSo we can hurry up and get the job done!

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Pastures of Plenty - The Weavers------------

It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoedMy poor feet have traveled that hot dusty roadOut of the dust bowl and westward we rolledYour desert was hot and your mountains were cold

I've worked in your orchards of peaches and prunesI've slept on the ground in the light of your moonOn the edge of your city you've seen us and thenWe come with the dust and we go with the wind

California, Arizona, I make all your cropsThen north up to Oregon to gather your hogsPull the beets from your ground, cut the grapes from your vine

To set on your table your light, sparkling wine

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert groundFrom the Grand Coulee Dam where the water runs downEvery state in this union us migrants have beenWe'll work in your fight and we'll fight til we win

Well it's always we ramble that river and IAll along your green valley I'll work til I dieMy land I'll defend with my life if need beCause my pastures of plenty must always be free

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The Bosses' Gang - Mara Alexander & Others------------

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Freedom Road - Josh White------------Hand me my gun, let the bugle blow loud


9/29

I'm on my way with my head up proudOne objective I've got in viewIs to keep ahold of freedom for me and you

That's why I'm marching, yes, I'm marchingMarching down Freedom's RoadAin't nobody gonna stop me, nobody gonna keep meFrom marching down Freedom's Road

It ought to be plain as the nose on your faceThere's room in this land for every raceSome folks think that freedom just ain't rightThose are the very people I want to fight . . .

United we stand, divided we fallLet's make this land safe for one and allI've got a message and you know it's rightBlack and white together, unite and fight!go to top of page

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The Scottsboro Boys - Leadbelly------------

Go to Alabama and ya better watch outThe landlord ll get ya, gonna jump and shoutScottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boysTell ya what it all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch outThe landlord ll get ya, gonna jump and shoutScottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boysTell ya what it all about

I

m gonna talk to Joe LouisAnd it all angered me

Don

t even try to think about itAlabama ree

Go to Alabama and ya better watch outThe landlord

ll get ya, gonna jump and shoutScottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boysTell ya all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch outThe landlord ll get ya, gonna jump and shoutScottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boysTell ya all about

I

m gonna tell all the colored peopleEven the old nigger hereDon t ya ever go to AlabamaAnd try to live

Go to Alabama and ya better watch outThe landlord ll get ya, gonna jump and shoutScottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boysGon tell ya all about


10/29





I

m gonna tell all the colored peopleLivin in Harlem swingDon

t ya ever go to AlabamaJust try to sing


ll get ya, gonna jump and shoutScottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boysGon

tell ya all about


ll get ya, gonna jump and shoutScottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boysTell it all about

I

m gonna tell all the colored peopleLivin in Harlem swingDon t ya ever go to AlabamaJust try to sing

Go to Alabama and ya better watch outThe landlord ll get ya, gonna jump and shoutScottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boysTell what it

s all about

Go to Alabama and ya better watch outThe landlord ll get ya, gonna jump and shout

Scottsboro Scottsboro Scottsboro boysTell what it s all about

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Voting Union - Pete Seeger------------

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Talking Sailor - Woody Guthrie

------------In bed with my women just a singing the blues,And I heard the radio a telling the news,Said the big Red army took a hundred towns,And the Allies dropping them two ton bombs.I started hollering, yelling.Dancing up and down like a bullfrog.

Doorbell rung in come a man,I signed my name, I got a telegram.


11/29

Says,"If you want to take a vacation trip,Got a dish-washing job on a liberty ship."Woman a crying. Me a flying.Out the door and down the line.

Bout two minutes I run ten blocks,I come to my ship down at the docks.Walked up the plank and I signed my name,Blowed the whistle and was gone again.Right on out and down the stream.Ships as far as my eye could see.Pulling away.

Ship loaded down with T.N.T.All out across the rolling sea.I stood on the deck and watched the fishes swim,I was a-praying them fishes wasn

t made of tin.Sharks. Porpoises.Jelly beans, rainbow trouts, mud-cats, jew-gars,All over that water.

This convoy

s the biggest I ever did see,It stretches all the way out across the sea.The ships blow their whistles and ring their bells,

Gonna blow them Fascists all to Hell.Win some freedom. Liberty.Stuff like that.

Walked to the tail, stood on the stern,Looking at the big brass screw-blade turn,Listened to the sound of the engines pond:Came sixteen feet every time it went round.Gets closer and closer.Look out, you Fascists!

I

m just one of the merchant crew,I belong to the union called the N.M.R.

I

m a union man from head to toe,I m U.S.A. and C.I.O.Fighting out here on the waters.Win some freedom. On the land.

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The Roosevelt Song - Leadbelly------------

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The Boll Weevil - Carl Sandburg------------First time I saw little Weevil he was on the western plainNext time I saw him he was riding a Memphis trainHe was seeking him a home, a happy home

Next time I saw him he was settin on the cotton squareThe next time I saw him he had his family thereHe was seekin him a home, a happy home


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Next time I saw him he was runnin a spinnin wheelThe next time I saw him he was ridin in an automobileHe was seeking him a home, a happy home

Mr. Merchant said to the farmer,"Well what do you think of that?If you

ll get rid of little Weevil, I

ll give you a Stetson hat."He was seekin him a home, a happy home

Mr. Farmer took little Weevil, put him in paris green"Thank you, Mr. Farmer;it

s the best I

ve ever seenI

m going to have a home, a happy home

Then he took little Weevil and put him in a block of ice"Thank you Mr. Farmer;it is so cool and niceI

m going to have a home, a happy home"

Mr. Farmer then got angry and sent him up in a balloon"Goodbye, Mr. Farmer; I

ll see you again in JuneI

ll be seeking me a home, a happy home

Little Weevil took Mr. Farmer, throwed him in the sandPut on Mr. Farmer

s overcoat, stood up like a natural manI m going to have a home, a happy home

Little Weevil said to the sharpshooter, "Better get up on your feetLook down across the Delta at the cotton we

ll have to reapWe ve got us a home, a happy home

Mr. Merchant said to the farmer, "I can not see your routeGot a mortgage on old Beck and Kate; just as well be taking them outAnd bring them home, and bring them home

"Come on old woman, and we will travel out WestThe weevils et up everything we

ve got but your old cotton dressAnd it s full of holes, it s full of holes"

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The Preacher & the Slave - Seeger, Glazer, Wood & Gilbert------------Long-haired preachers come out every night,Try to tell you what

s wrong and what

s right;But when asked how bout something to eatThey will answer with voices so sweet:

You will eat, bye and bye,In that glorious land above the sky;Work and Pray, live on hay,You ll get pie in the sky when you die.

And the starvation army they play,And they sing and they clap and they pray.Till they get all your coin on the drum,Then they tell you when you are on the bum:If you fight hard for children and wifeTry to get something good in this lifeYou re a sinner and bad man, they tell,When you die you will sure go to hell.

Workingmen of all countries unite,


13/29

Side by side we for freedom will fight;When the world and its wealth we have gainedTo the grafters we

ll sing this refrain:

Last Chorus:

You will eat, bye and bye,When you ve learned how to cook and to fryChop some wood,

twill do you goodAnd you

ll eat in the sweet bye and bye.

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Nine Foot Shovel - Josh White & His Carolinians------------Got a nine foot shovel, my pick is four foot longGot a nine foot shovel, my pick is four foot longI

m in the world of trouble when I

m singin

this song

If you use a pick and shovel, sure caint mess aroundIf you ain

t a man, sure God bring you down Cos I ve been shovellin (shovellin ) all day just like a foolI ll tell you, buddy, they don t teach that in school

I got to get up in the morning (the morning), face the risin

sunGet my pick and shovel, grab my lunch and runCap n don t like me (cap n, cap n), laggin me all the timeSome day I ll take my shovel, he ll leave this world behind

Well, I guess you gettin tired of listenin to my song (that weary song)Guess you gettin tired of listening to my songI ll take my pick and shovel and I ll travel on

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High Price Blues - Brownie McGhee------------Let me tell something,Ain t no joke,High cost of living,Is keeping me broke.Walked in the meat market,Just about noon,Butcher tells me,The cow jumped over the moon,Johnny's gone to war,Sally's on her knee ,Oh, I tell ya man,

High prices are, killing me!!!

Meat, butter, and eggs,Going higher still,You don't even get no change,From a hundred dollar bill.Prices going higher and higher,It's a disgrace,Politics going crazy,Can't even plead my case.


14/29

People walking and talking,Nothing

s the same,The world

s gone crazy,This ain't no game.

Ya prices going higher and higher,It's a disgrace,Politics going crazy,Can't even plead my case,Ya, I got the high price blues,Oh man,HIGH PRICE BLUES!!!

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Hold On - The Union Boys------------

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Miner

s Song - Woody Guthrie------------Dig and I dig and dig and dig

Dig diggy dig dig dig a digDig diggy diggy dig digAnd I dig my life away-oAnd I dig my life away

Precious metal is hard to findPrecious metal is hard to findDown in the hole and down in the mineAnd I dig my life away-oAnd I dig my life away

Perfect ruby is hard to findPerfect ruby is hard to find

Down in the gold slush and shineAnd I dig my life away-oAnd I dig my life away

Good-shaped diamond

s hard to findGood-shaped diamond s hard to findGo in the hole both day and nightAnd I dig my life away-oAnd I dig my life away

Nice round pearl

s hard to findNice round pearl s hard to findDive to the bottom and feel around

And I dig my life away-oAnd I dig my life away

Old Sam Digger is hard to findOld Sam Digger is hard to findDrink my wine with pickle and brineAnd I dig my life away-oAnd I dig my life away

Nice-shaped woman is hard to find


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Nice-shaped woman is hard to findRoll

em down the mountainsideAnd I dig my life away-oAnd I dig my life away

Way down yonder on the buckskin roadCatfish married a horny toadThe fifteen kids dig down in the minesThey dig their lives away-oThey dig their lives away

Sharecrop bottom a few days agoWater got high, spread a lot of mudCaught me a gal with a rake and a hoeWe dug our lives away-oAnd we dig our lives away

Climb way up to the forks of the treePrettiest little bird nest I ever did seeGet up the sticks and eggs and allAnd dig my life away-oWell I dug my life away

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Pity the Downtrodden Landlord - Bob Hill (Fred Hellerman)------------Please open your hearts and your pursesTo a man who is misunderstoodHe gets all the kicks and the cursesThough He wishes you nothing but goodHe wistfully begs you to show himYou think he`s a friend, not a louse;So remember the debt that you owe himThe landlord who lends you his houseSo pity the downtrodden landlordAnd his back that is burdened and bent

Respect his gray hairs, don`t ask for repairsAnd don`t be behind with the rent.

When thunder clouds gather and darkenYou can sleep undisturbed in your bed;But the landlord must sit up and hearkenAnd shiver, and wonder, and dread;If you`re killed, then you die in a hurryAnd you never will know your bad luck,But the landlord is shaking with worry ---`Has one of my houses been struck?`

When a landlord resorts to evictionDon`t think that he does it for spite;He`s acting from deepest conviction,And what`s right, after all, is what`s right.But I see that your hearts are all hardenedAnd I fear I`m appealing in vain;Yet I hope my last plea will be pardonedIf I beg on my knees once again:

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16/29

Jim Crow Train - Josh White------------

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Patriotic Diggers - John Allison------------

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Farm Relief Blues - Bob Miller------------

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Worried Man Blues - Woody Guthrie------------I went across the riverI lay down to sleepI went across the river

I lay down to sleepWhen I woke upHad shackles on my feet

It takes a worried manTo sing a worried songIt takes a worried manTo sing a worried songI m worried nowBut I won

t be worried long

Twenty-one linksOf chain around my leg

Twenty-one linksOf chain around my legAnd on each link

S an initial of my name

I asked that judgeWhat

s gonna be my fineI asked that judgeWhat

s gonna be my fineTwenty-one yearsOn the Rocky Mountain line

That train pulled out

Twenty-one coaches longThat train pulled outTwenty-one coaches longAnd the woman I loveIs on that train and gone

Twenty-one yearsPay my awful crimeTwenty-one yearsPay my awful crime


17/29

Tweny-one yearsAnd I still got ninety-nine

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Trouble - Josh White & His Carolinians------------Well, I always been in trouble, `cause I'm a black-skinned man.Said I hit a white man, [and they] locked me in the canThey took me to the stockade, wouldn't give me no trialThe judge said, "You black boy, forty years on the hard rock pile."

Trouble, trouble, sure won't make me stay,Trouble, trouble, jail break due someday.

Wearin' cold iron shackles from my head down to my kneeAnd that mean old keeper, he's all time kickin' me.I went up to the walker and the head boss tooSaid, "You big white folks, please see what you can do."Sheriff winked at the policeman, said, "I won't forget you nohow,You better come back and see me again, boy, about 40 years from now."Went back to the walker, he looked at me and said,"Don't you worry about 40, `cause in five years you'll be dead."

Trouble, trouble, makes me weep and moanTrouble, trouble, every since I was born.Trouble, trouble, sure won't make me stay,Trouble, trouble, jail break due someday.

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UAW-CIO - The Union Boys------------I was standing down on Gratiot Street one day,When I thought I overheard a soldier say,"Every tank and plane in camp

Carries the U.A.W. stampAnd I am U.A.W. too. I m proud to say."

It s that U.A.W.-C.I.O.Makes that army roll and go,Turnin out jeeps and tanks and airplanes every day.It

s that U.A.W.-C.I.O.Makes that army roll and go --Puts wheels on the U.S.A.

I was there when that union came to town,I was there when that union came to town;I was standing at gate four

When I heard the people roar:"Ain

t nobody keeps us auto-workers down."

I was there on that cold December dayWhen we heard about Pearl Harbor far away;I was down at Cadillac SquareWhen the union rallied thereTo put them plans for pleasure cars away.

There

ll be a union label in Berlin


18/29

When the union boys in uniform march in;And rolling in the ranksThere

ll be U.A.W. tanksRoll Hitler out and roll the union in!

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Mr. Hitler - Leadbelly------------Hiltler started out in 1932Hiltler started out in 1932When he started out, he took the homes from the Jews

We

re gonna tear Hitler downWe re gonna tear Hitler downWe

re gonna tear Hitler down someday.We

re gonna bring him to the groundWe

re gonna bring him to the groundWe re gonna bring him to the ground someday.

When Hitler started out, he took the Jews from their homesWhen Hitler started out, he took the Jews from their homesThat s one thing Mr. Hitler you know you done wrong.

You ain

t no iron, you ain

t no solid rockYou ain t no iron, you ain t no solid rockbut we American people say "Mr. Hitler you is got to stop!"

Mr. Hitler we

re gonna tear your playhouse downMr. Hitler we re gonna tear your playhouse downyou been flyin mighty high, but you re on your last go round.

Mr. Hitler, you know you ain

t so keenMr. Hitler, you know you ain t so keenBut we American people say you

re the biggest liar they ever seen.

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No More Blues - Tom Glazer & Josh White------------

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Plow Under - Almanac Singers------------Remember when the AAA,Killed a million hogs a day?

Instead of hogs, it

s men today,Plow the fourth one under.

Plow under, plow under,Plow under, every fourth American boy.

They said our agricultural system was about to fall,From Washington they sent a call -Plow the fourth one under.


19/29


The price of cotton wouldn t rise;They said, we

ve got to fertilize,So now unless they turn their eyes,Plow the fourth one under.


They said our system wouldn t workUntil we killed the surplus off,So now they look at us and say,"Plow the fourth one under."


Any ignorant mule does knowBetter than to step on a cotton row;But there ain

t no mules in Congress, so -Plow the fourth one under.


Now the polititions rant,"A boy s no better than a cotton plant."But we are here to say, "You can

t!"Plow the fourth one under.

Plow under, (don t you) plow under,(Don

t you) plow under, every fourth American boy.

(Now don

t you) Plow under, (don

t you) plow under,(Don t you) plow under, every fourth American boy.

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Told My Cap n - Josh White & His Carolinians------------Told my captainMy hands were cold.God damn your hands, boy,Let the wheelin

roll!

Told my captainMy feet were cold.God damn your feet, boy,

Let the wheelin

roll!

Captain, captainYou must be blin

Look at your watchIt

s past quittin

time.

Captain, captainHow can it be,Whistle done blow


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You still workin

me?

Asked my captainTo give me my timeDam

old captainWouldn

t pay me no mind.

If I d-a had myWeight in lime [1]Would

ve whupped that captainTill he went stone blind.

Raised my handTo wipe the sweat from my headDamned old captainShot my buddy dead.

If you don

t believeThat my buddy

s deadJust look at the holeIn my buddy

s head.

Captain walkin up and downBuddy s lyin on the burning ground.

Buzzards circling

round the skyBuzzards sure knowCaptain s gonna die.

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Strange Fruit - Josh White------------Southern trees bear a strange fruit,Blood on the leaves and blood on the root,Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scenes of the gallant South,The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,Scent of mag-nolia sweet and fresh,And the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,For the sun to rot, for a tree todrop,

Here is a strange and bitter crop.

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The Bourgeois Blues - Leadbelly------------Me and my wife went all over townAnd everywhere we went people turned us downLord, in a bourgeois townIt s a bourgeois townI got the bourgeois bluesGonna spread the news all around


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Well, me and my wife we were standing upstairsWe heard the white man say

n I don

t want no niggers up thereLord, in a bourgeois townUhm, bourgeois townI got the bourgeois bluesGonna spread the news all around

Home of the brave, land of the freeI don

t wanna be mistreated by no bourgeoisieLord, in a bourgeois townUhm, the bourgeois townI got the bourgeois bluesGonna spread the news all around

Well, them white folks in Washington they know howTo call a colored man a nigger just to see him bowLord, it

s a bourgeois townUhm, the bourgeois townI got the bourgeois bluesGonna spread the news all around

I tell all the colored folks to listen to meDon t try to find you no home in Washington, DC

Cause it s a bourgeois town

Uhm, the bourgeois townI got the bourgeois bluesGonna spread the news all around

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C For Conscription - Almanac Singers------------

Well, it s C for ConsciptionAnd it

s

C

for Capitol Hill!Well, it s C for Consciption

And it

s

C

for Capitol Hill!And it s C for the CongressThat passed that goddamn bill!

I

d rather be at home,Even sleeping in a holler log,I

d rather be here home,Even sleeping in a holler log.Than go to the armyBe treated like a dirty dog!

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Citizen C.I.O. - Tom Glazer & Josh White------------Where do you come from, brother?I come from the U.S.A.What are you doin , brother?

Well, tell me your name, brother, tell me your name,Tell me your name because I

d sure like to know.I ll tell you my name, yes, I ll tell you my nameIt

s very plain, my name is Citizen C.I.0.


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How you doin

lately, brother?Well, things are lookin

up okay.Tell me the reason, brother?The union fights my battles every day.

Do you love your country, brother?Yes. I love it more than I can tell.How come you joined the army, brother?I want to send those fascists straight to hell.

Mighty glad I met you, brother!Oh, gee, Bud, the same goes herelStick around a long time, brother!You bet I will a hundred thousand years!

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Ship in the Sky - Woody Guthrie------------

Well, a curly-headed girl with a bright shining smileHeard the roar of a plane as it sailed through the sky

To her playmates she said, with a bright twinkling eyeMy Daddy flies that ship in the sky

My Daddy flies that ship in the skyMy Daddy flies that ship in the skyMy Mama

s not afraid and neither am I Cause my Daddy flies that ship in the sky

Then a button-nosed kid, as he kicked up his heelsHe said, My Daddy works in the iron and the steelMy Dad builds the planes and they fly through the skyAnd that

s what keeps your daddy up there so high

That

s what keeps your daddy up there so highThat s what keeps your daddy up there so highMy Dad builds the planes and they fly through the skyAnd that s what keeps your daddy up there so high

Then a freckle-faced kid pinched his toe in the sandHe says, My Daddy works at that place where they landYou tell your mama, don t be afraidMy Dad

ll bring your daddy back home again

My Dad

ll bring your daddy back home againMy Dad ll bring your daddy back home againDon

t be afraid when it gets dark and rains

My Dad

ll bring your daddy back home again

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Jerry - Josh White & His Carolinians------------Got to pull this timber fore the sun goes downGet it cross the river

fore the boss comes

roundDrag it down that dusty roadCome on, Jerry, let

s dump this load


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Hollerin

timberLord, this timber

s gotta rollHollerin timberLord, this timber

s gotta roll

My old Jerry was an Arkansas muleBeen everywhere and he ain t no foolWeighed nine hundred and twenty-twoDone everything a poor mule could do

Hollerin timberLord, this timber

s gotta rollHollerin

timberLord, this timber

s gotta roll

Jerry

s old shoulder was six foot tallPulled more timber than a freight can haulWork got heavy, old Jerry got sorePulled so much he wouldn t pull no more

Hollerin

timberLord, this timber s gotta rollHollerin timber

Lord, this timber

s gotta roll

Boss hit Jerry and made him jumpJerry reared up and kicked the boss in the rumpNow my old Jerry was a good old muleIf it had-a been me I

d-a killed that fool

The boss he tried to shoot my Jerry in the headJerry ducked the bullet and stomped him deadStomped that boss till I wanted to screamShould have killed him cause he s so damn mean

Hollerin timber

Lord, this timber

s gotta rollHollerin timberLord, this timber

s gotta rollLord, this timber s gotta rollLord, this timber

s gotta roll

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The Rich Man & The Poor Man - Bob Miller------------There

s just two kind of people, the sinner and the saint;There s one that gets and always got while the other poor one ain t.Oh, the rich man drives his Lincoln past the red light with a grin,

And the poor man follows right behind in his little hunk of tin.There

s a motorcycle copper following upon their trail;Oh, the rich man tears his ticket, but the poor man goes to jail.

Oh, the rich man takes the high road anywhere that he may go,But when the poor man

s travelin

he must always take the low.So if you re rich you ll travel snug as peas are in the pod;Oh, the rich man rides a cushion and the poor man rides the rods.

Oh, the rich man when he

s ailing stays at home and calls the doc,


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But the poor man has to go to work, be in time to punch a clock.The rich man takes his medicine, has his doctors and his nurse;So the rich man he gets better but the poor man he gets worse!

Oh, the rich man steals a million from the bank that he controls,While the poor man steals a loaf of bread or a penny

s worth of rolls.They take them to the courthouse, one is laughing, one

s in tears;Oh, the rich man gets an apology while the poor man gets ten years!

Oh, the rich man gets a lawyer and the lawyer pleads his case,While the poor man asks for sympathy but of that there is no trace.So if you re rich don t worry but the poor must give up hope;Oh, the rich man gets acquitted while the poor man gets the rope!

Oh, the rich man when he kicks off has a casket made of gold,While the poor man has a wooden box and his grave looks mighty cold.The rich man gets a sermon but here

s one thing that

s sure,When the rich man takes that last long ride he

s as much dead as the poor!

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In Washington - Priority Ramblers------------

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A Dollar Ain t a Dollar Anymore - Seeger, Glazer, Hays & Wood------------I was feeling kinda hungry, so I thought I

d buy some bread.I went into the corner grocery store.I took out the usual money, but the grocer shook his head

Cause a dollar ain t a dollar anymore.

Oh, a dollar bill don t buy what it used to,Don

t buy what it used to, don

t buy what it used to.A dollar hill don t buy what it used to,

Cause a dollar ain

t a dollar anymore.

Oh, the cost of living

s rising, rising higher than a kite,And they tell me that it s gonna rise some more.And they

re gonna freeze our wages

til we get that old frostbiteAnd a dollar ain t a dollar anymore.

Now I live in a rooming house, my room is awful small,As a matter of fact it

s only two by four.But the landlord raised my rent and now I m living in the wall

Cause a dollar ain

t a dollar anymore.

Here

s a lesson in arithmetics: now one and one make two

And it is true that two and two make four.But when the prices get higher, why, arithmetic

s a liar Cause a dollar ain t a dollar anymore.

From the tree that grows in Brooklyn to the Gulf of Mexico,From Florida out to the western shoreWe ll take Congress by the collar, "Roll those prices back!" we ll holler

Cause a dollar ain

t a dollar anymore.

Now it you wanna learn a lesson; if you really wanna know,


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If you wanna solve your problems by the score,Fight your economic battles with the good old C.I.0

Cause a dollar ain

t a dollar anymore.

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Atomic Energy - Sir Lancelot------------Some men with brains in their craniumTook a piece of uraniumThey did what other men couldn

t doThey split the atom right in two

Refrain: Now it

s up to the people to crusadeTo see that no more bombs are madeThat it s great force should only be usedFor peace and democracy

They took all the U 238 thatThey could find in the United StatesThey gathered it and made it allInto the size of a billiard ball

Down to the south and west they went

To try out their experimentTo find out what they wanted to knowIn the desert of New Mexico

If you should travel out west somedayAnd happen to stop off in Santa FeJust look around and take a strollYou ll come across a great big hole

Today it

s the size of a billiard ballTomorrow it ll be the size of city hallAnd when they drop it, you will seeThe place where this earth used to be

We all can have prosperityWith this atomic energyThe world can have its pork and beansOr be blown into smithereens

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Black, Brown & White - Brownie McGhee------------This little song that I m singin aboutPeople you know it

s true

If you

re black and gotta work for a livingThis is what they will say to you

They says if you was white, should be all rightIf you was brown, stick aroundBut as you

s black, m-mm brother, git back git back git back

I was in a place one nightThey was all having funThey was all byin

beer and wine


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But they would not sell me none

Me and a man was workin

side by sideThis is what it meantThey was paying him a dollar an hourAnd they was paying me fifty cent

I went to an employment officeGot a number

n

I got in lineThey called everybody

s numberBut they never did call mine

I hope when sweet victoryWith my plough and hoeNow I want you to tell me brotherWhat you gonna do about the old Jim Crow?

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Uncle Sam Says - Josh White------------

Airplanes flying cross the land and sea,

Everybody flying but a Negro like me.Uncle Sam says, "Your place is on the ground,When I fly my airplanes, don't want no Negro round."

The same thing for the Navy, when ships go to sea,All they got is a mess boy's job for me.Uncle Sam says, "Keep on your apron, son,You know I ain't gonna let you shoot my big Navy gun."

Got my long government letter, my time to go,When I got to the Army found the same old Jim Crow.Uncle Sam says, "Two camps for black and white,"But when trouble starts, we'll all be in that same big fight.

If you ask me, I think democracy is fine,I mean democracy without the color line.Uncle Sam says, "We'll live the American way,"Let's get together and kill Jim Crow today.==================

Ragged Hungry Blues (Pt. 1) - Aunt Molly Jackson------------I m sad and weary, I ve got the hungry, ragged blues.Not one penny in the pocket to buy one thing I need to use.

I woke up this morning, with the worst blues I ever had in my life;

Not a bite to eat for breakfast, a poor coal miner

s wife!

When my husband works in the coalmines, he loads a carload every trip;Then he goes to the office at the evening to get denied of scrip.

Just because they took all he made that day to pay his mine expense,A man that will work for just coal oil and carbide, he ain t got a stack of sense.

All the women in the coal camps are sitting with bowed down heads,


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Ragged and bare-footed, and the children cryin

for bread.

No food, no clothes for our children, I

m sure this head don

t lie;If we can t get more for our labor we ll starve to death and die!

Don

t go under the mountain, with a slate hangin

o

er your head;And work for just coal oil and carbide, and your children cryin

for bread.

This mining town I live in is a sad and lonely placeWhere pity and starvation is pictured on every face!

Some coal operators might tell you the hungry blues are not there.They

re the worst kind of blues this poor woman ever had.

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We

re Keeping Score In

44 - Earl Robinson------------

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Goin Home Boys - Josh White & His Carolinians

------------

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I

ve Got a Right - Laura Duncan------------

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The Hammer Song - The Weavers------------

If I had a hammerI d hammer in the morningI

d hammer in the eveningAll over this landI

d hammer out dangerI d hammer out a warningI

d hammer out love between all my brothersAll over this land

If I had a bellI

d ring it in the morningI d ring it in the eveningAll over this land

I

d ring out dangerI

d ring out a warningI d ring out love between all my brothersAll over this land

If I had a songI d sing it in the morningI

d sing it in the eveningAll over this landI

d sing out danger


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I

d sing out a warningI

d sing out love between all my brothersAll over this land

Well I

ve got a hammerAnd I

ve got a bellAnd I

ve got a song to singAll over this landIt

s the hammer of justiceIt

s the bell of freedomIt

s the song about love between all my brothersAll over this land

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I m On My Way - Ernie Lieberman------------

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We Shall Be Free - Woody Guthrie------------In the mornin

You shall be free

Fore dayYou shall be freeHear me sayYou shall be freeWhen the good Lord sets you free

I was down in the hen house other nightAwful dark, I didn t have no lightI reached for a chicken, I got me a gooseA man come out, I had to turn him loose

I jumped a gully

You shall be freeI jumped a rose bushYou shall be free...You shall be freeWhen the good Lord sets you free

Preacher an a rooster had a terr ble fightPreacher knocked the rooster clean out o

sightPreacher told the rooster that ll be all rightMeet ya at the hen house tomorrow night

You shall be free

In the mornin

You shall be freeYou know, roosterYou shall be freeWhen the good Lord sets you free

I s down in the hen house on my kneesI thought I heard a chicken sneezeOnly a rooster sayin his prayersThankin

his God for the hens upstairs


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Here

s the preacherYou shall be freeHe s a-singinYou shall be freeTakin

up c

llectionYou shall be freeWhen the good Lord sets you free

Oh, some folks says times is hardPreacher says put your trust in GodMatter no diff rence, don t you seeA hog can

t run too fast for me

Gettin

that ...You shall be freeGettin

that hogeyeYou shall be freeEatin

up chitt

lin

sYou shall be freeWhen the good Lord sets you free

As some people say, a preacher won t stealI caught two down in my corn fiel

One had a bushel, other had a peckOther

n had a roastin

ear down his neck

You shall be freeGettin roastin earsYou shall be freeGettin dried cornYou shall be freeWhen the good Lord sets you free

Oh the gun said boom an the hog said ...... jumped on

er with all o

his will...

How that hog gets ...

You shall be freeI don t careYou shall be freeForget about ...You shall be freeWhen the good Lord sets you free

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