Brother, Can you Spare a Dime? (1932)

E. Y,  Harburg and Jay Gorney

They used to tell me I was building a dream,

And so I followed the mob

When there was earth to plough or guns to bear

I was always there right there on the job.

 

They  used to tell me I was building a dream

With peace and glory ahead

Why should I be standing in line

Just waiting for bread?

 

Once I built a railroad, made it run,

Made it race against time.

Once I built a railroad,

Now it’s done

Brother, can you spare a dime?

 

Once I built a tower, to the sun.

Made of brick and rivet and lime,

Once I built a tower,

Now it’s done,

Brother, can you spare a dime?

 

Once in khaki suits

Gee, we looked swell

Full of that Yankee Doodle-de-dum.

Half a million boots went sloggin’ thru Hell,

And I was the guy with the drum.

Say,  don’t you remember, they called me  Al

It was Al all the time

Say, don’t you remember I’m your Pal!

Buddy, can you spare a dime?

 

All In Down and Out Blues (1937)

If she hippity hop

to the bucket shop

I lost all my money and now I have flopped

It’s hard times hey poor boy

It’s hard times when you down ‘n out

 

Well this is the truth and it certainly exposes

Wall Street proposition was not all roses

It’s hard times hey poor boy

It’s hard times when you down  ‘n out

 

I put up my money to win some more

I lost all I had and it’s left me so sore

It’s hard times hey poor boy

It’s hard times when you down  ‘n out

 

I thought I would drink to wear it off

Bootlegs so high that it’s left me worse off

It’s had times hey poor boy

It’s hard times when you down  ‘n out

 

If they catch you with whiskey in your car

You’re handicapped and there you are

It’s hard times hey poor boy

It’s hard times when you down  ‘n out

 

They’ll take you to jail and if you can’t make bond

Content yourself there boy you’re certainly at home

It’s hard times hey poor boy

It’s hard times when you down  ‘n out

 

I’ve got no silver, I’ve got no gold

I’m almost naked and it done turn cold

It’s hard times hey poor boy

It’s hard times when you down  ‘n out

 

You ask that judge to treat you well

You owe $400 he’ll send you to Atlanta

It’s hard times hey poor boy

It’s hard times when you down  ‘n out

 

NRA BLUES  (1933)

I worked down in the old sweat shop

Sweet thing, Sweet thing

I worked down in the old sweat shop

Worked like a mule and never stopped

Sweet thing yes baby mine

 

When they gonna join the NRA

Sweet thing, Sweet thing

When they gonna join the NRA

I never have heard the big boss say

Sweet thing yes baby mine

 

I’ve got the blues

I’ve got them NRA blues

Lord I got them NRA blues

 

When payday comes and I get my check

Sweet thing,  Sweet thing

When payday comes and I get my check

All I get just a little respect

Sweet thing yes baby mine

 

When you’re workin for the NRA

Sweet thing, Sweet thing

When you’re workin for the NRA

You’ll get short hours and get same pay

Sweet thing yes baby mine

 

I’ve got the blues

I’ve got them NRA blues

Lord I got them NRA blues

 

The rich mens all on easy street

Sweet thing, Sweet thing

The rich mens all on easy street

And the poor man can’t get enough to eat

Sweet thing yes baby mine

 

When they all join the NRA

Sweet thing, Sweet thing

When they all join the NRA

We’ll all feel happy and all feel gay

Sweet thing yes baby mine

 

I’ve got the blues

I’ve got them NRA blues

Lord I got them NRA blues

 

Unemployment Stomp  (1938)

I’m a law abidin citizen

My debts I sure will pay

I’m a law abiding citizen baby

My debts I sure will pay

I hope war don’t start and Uncle Sam have to send me away

I have never been in jail and I have never paid no fine

I have never been in jail baby and I have never paid no fine

I have a job to make my living cause stealin ain’t on my mind

 

I’ve known times when I raised my own meat and meals                          I have no time baby when I raised my own meat and meals                      My meat was in my smokehouse and my meal was in my fields                  When Mr. Roosevelt sent out them unemployment cards                          Yes when Mr. Roosevelt sent out them unemployment cards                      I just know sure work was going to start

Broke up my home cause I didn’t have no work to do                              I broke up my home cause I didn’t have no work to do                             My wife had to leave me cause she was starving too

 

We’re In The Money  (1933)

We’re in the money

We’re in the money

We’ve got a lot of what it takes to get along

We’re in the money

The skies are sunny

Old Man Depression you are through

You done us wrong

We never see a headline bout a breadline today

And when we see the landlord we can look that guy right in the eye

We’re in the money

Come on my honey

Let’s spend it, lend it, send it rolling along

 

Gone are my blues and gone are my fears

I’ve got good news to shout in your ears

The silver dollar has returned to the hold

With  silver you cab turn your dreams to gold

We’re in the money

We’re in the money

We’ve got a lot of what it takes to get

We’re in the money

The skies are sunny

Old Many Depression you are through

You doe us wrong

We never see a headline about a breadline today

And when we see the landlord we can look that guy right in the eye

We’re in the money

Come on my honey

Let’s spend it, lend it, send it rolling along

 

We’re in the money

We’re in the money

We’ve got a lot of what it takes to get along

We’re in the money

The skies are sunny

Old Man Depression you are through

You done us wrong

We never see a headline bout a breadline today

And when we see the landlord we can look that guy right in the eye

We’re in the money

Come on my honey

Let’s spend it, lend it, send it rolling along

 

I Ain’t Got  No Home In This World Anymore  (1940)

I ain’t got no home I’m just a roamin round

Just a wanderin worker I go from town to town

And the police make it hard where ever I may go

And  I ain’t got no home in this world anymore

 

My brothers and my sister are stranded on this road

A hot ‘n dusty road that a million feet have trod

Rich man took my home and drove me from my door

And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore

 

Was a farmin on the shares and always I was poor

My crops I lay into the banker’s store

My  wife took down and died upon the cabin floor

And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore

 

Now as I look around it’s mighty plain to see

This world is such a great and funny place to be

All the gamblin man is rich and the workin man is poor

And I ain’t got no home in this world anymore

 

Boll Weevil Song  (1935)

Farmer said to the Boll Weevil, “I see you at my door.”

“Yes, sir,” said the Boll Weevil, “I’ve been there before.”

Gonna get your home, gonna get your home.

Farmer said to the grocer man, “I want some meat and meal.”

Get outta here you son of a gun, you got Boll Weevil in your field.

Gonna get your home, gonna get your home.

 

Farmer said to the banker, “I want to make a note.”

Get outta here you son of a gun, you got Boll Weevil on your coat.

Gonna get your home, gonna get your home.

 

Farmer said to the dry goods man,  “I want to cash a check.”

Get outta here you rascal, Boll Weevil down your back.

Gonna get your home, gonna get your home.

 

Farmer said to the finance man,  “I’d like to get a car.”

Get out of here you so-n-so got a Boll Weevil in your hair.

Gonna get your home, gonna get your home.

 

This Land Is Your Land (1940)

Woody Guthrie

CHORUS:

This land is your land, this land is my land

From California to the New York Island,

From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters;

This land was made for you and me.

 

As I went walking that ribbon of highway

I saw above me the endless skyway;

I saw below me that golden valley;

This land was made for you and me.

 

REPEAT CHORUS

 

I’ve roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps

To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;

While all around me a voice was sounding;

Saying this land was made for you and me.

 

One bright Sunday morning in the shadows of the steeple

By the Relief Office I seen my people;

As they stood hungry, I stood there whistling;

This land was made for you and me.

 

One bright Sunday morning in the shadows of the steeple

By the Relief Office I seen my people;

As they stood hungry, I stood there whistling;

This land was made for you and me.

 

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.

 

REPEAT CHORUS

 

Nobody living can ever stop me,

As I go walking that freedom highway;

Nobody living can ever make me turn back,

this land was made for you and me.

 

As I went walking, I saw a sign there,

And 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.