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THE BANKS ARE MADE OF MARBLE (Les Rice) I've traveled 'round this country. From shore to shining shore; It really made me wonder The things I heard and saw. cho: But the banks are made of marble, With a guard at every door, And the vaults are stuffed with silver That the worker* sweated for. I saw the weary farmer, Plowing sod and loam; l heard the auction hammer A-knocking down his home. l saw the seaman standing Idly by the shore, l heard the bosses saying, "Got no work for you no more." I saw the weary miner Scrubbing coal dust from his back, I heard his children cryin,' "Got no coal to heat the shack." I've seen my brothers working Throughout this mighty land, l 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! *change to fit verse Copyright 1950 by Stormking Music Inc.] @political filename[ BNKMRBLE TUNE FILE: BNKMRBLE CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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