D Bm D (7) Al Smith nominated for President, my darlin' A7 Al Smith nominated for President, my darlin' D Al Smith nominated for President, G 7 D 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'
G D7 G C D7 G East, West, North, South, Oh say can you see C C#° G E7 A7 D7 Al Smith is in his glory, 'neath the Presidential tree G D7 G 7 C G (7) Choice of all the people and ev'rybody's pal C C#° G E7 A7 D7 G 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
C G7 Charles Lindbergh flew his plane all the way to France C Most of the way he flew by the seat of his pants 7 F (F#°) Good old American know-how that's the right way to be G7 C 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
Am Em Am Dm Am I had a dream the other night, I saw two famous men E7 Am E B7 E7 They met each other on the street, shook hands awhile and then A7 Dm They started talking in a friendly way D7 G (7) And here's exactly what I heard them say:
C G7 C Who's the grandest greatest man this country ever knew? G7 C F C 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, 7 F C (7) Are you dry? You can't remember! Am D7 G7 (G° G) 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.]