(Campaign of 1928) Al Smith for President.txt
  
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  Al Smith nominated for President, my darlin'
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  Al Smith nominated for President, my darlin'
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  Al Smith nominated for President,
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  My vote to him I'm gonna present, my darlin'
  
  Al Smith is a mighty fine man, my darlin &c
  He wants to be president of this land, my darlin'
  
  Al Smith is a-getting on a boom, my darlin'
  He don't favor the saloon my, darlin'
  
  Smith wants everything to be just right, my darlin'
  The law's gonna get you if you get tight my darlin'
  
  Moonshine's been here long enough, my darlin'
  Let's all vote right and rid of such stuff, my darlin
  
  [From Tom Paley, 'American Moonshine and Prohibition Songs,' folkways record FH5263]
  
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  (Campaign of 1928) Ev'rybody loves our Al.txt
  
  AIR -- 'Sidewalks of New York'
  
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  East, West, North, South, Oh say can you see
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  Al Smith is in his glory, 'neath the Presidential tree
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  Choice of all the people and ev'rybody's pal
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  Three big cheers for our leader, Ev'rybody loves or Al
  
  
  [Al Dubin song for the Smith campaign]
  
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  (Campaign of 1928) If He's Good Enough for Lindy.txt
  
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  Charles Lindbergh flew his plane all the way to France
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  Most of the way he flew by the seat of his pants
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  Good old American know-how that's the right way to be
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  And if he's good enough for Lindy, he's good enough for me!
  
  If he's good enough for Lindy, he's good enough for me
  If he's good enough for Lindy, he's good enough for me
  If he's good enough for Lindy, he's good enough for me
  Herbert Hoover is the only man to be our nation's chief.
  
  Charles Lindbergh flew his plane to France to see what he could see,
  Now he's back he's looking at our old country.
  Now what he has to say stands out in bold relief
  Herbert Hoover is the only man to be our nation's chief.
  
  Now you all remember Hoover back in the war.
  He saved us from the Kaiser, now he'll give us something more
  He'll serve as the President of the land of the free
  If he's good enough for Lindy he's good enough for me!
  
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  (Campaign of 1928) Mr Hoover & Mr Smith (C Medium).txt
  
  
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  I had a dream the other night, I saw two famous men
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  They met each other on the street, shook hands awhile and then
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  They started talking in a friendly way
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  And here's exactly what I heard them say:
  
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  Who's the grandest greatest man this country ever knew?
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  Oh it's you, Mister Hoover, No it's you, Mister Smith
  Excepting Georgie Washington, he was a good man, too
  He's not running Mister Hoover, what a break, Mister Smith,
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  Are you dry? You can't remember!
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  But you'll know know know in November
  
  We'll anyhow you'll get one vote, because I'll vote for you
  Be yourself, Mister Hoover, keep the change, Mister Smith
  
  I've heard politicians say that you have got technique
  What's technique Mister Hoover? It's the bunk, Mister Smith
  Why don't you bring your family to visit me next week?
  Great idea, Mister Hoover, Bring your lunch, Mister Smith
  Do you trust in your supporters?
  I did once but now I use garters
  I'm feeling kind of hoarse today, why I can hardly speak
  Try some oil, Mister Hoover, no I'm cured Mister Smith
  
  This dream was such a funny sight, it certainly was queer
  I watche dbu tneither cracked a smile, for they were both sincere
  I listened and I didn't miss a word,
  now here's some more of what I overheard:
  
  How will you treat the farmers if they put you in the chair?
  Once a week, Mister Hoover, applesauce, Mister Smith
  I think you'll like the Capitol they'll give you lots of air
  Hot or cold, Mister Hoover, just hot air Mister Smith
  Oh! I hear you're from the East Side
  No you're wrong, old top, it's the WET side
  What will we give the people who have done more than their share
  Vacuum cleaners, Mister Hoover? Why not cough drops, Mister Smith?
  
  I've got some new ideas that I'd like to use next fall
  Hope you do, Mister Hooover, Yes you do, Mister Smith
  I hear you've got some wrinkles up your sleeve, and that ain't all
  Lots of wrinkles Mister Hoover, press your pants, Mister Smith
  You look swell in your brown derby
  Shows I'm not high-hatting you, Herbie
  Well anyhow, I've got to go, I hear my party call
  Reservoir Mister Hoover, skip the gutter, Mister Smith.
  
  [Non-partisan humourous verses by Herb Magidson. The references to WET may mean drunk.]