i've travelled around the country from shore to shining shore and
it really made me wonder at the things i heard and see. i was the
weary farmer plowing his sod and loam. ii heard the auction
hammer just a-knockin' 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/miner/fisher sweated for. i
saw the weary miner scrubbin' coal dust from his back. and i
heard his children crying got no coal to heat this shack.
(chorus) i saw the fisher standing idly by the shore. an' i heard
the owner sayin' got no work for you no more. (chorus) i see
other people working throughout this mighty land and i pray we
get together. and together make a stand. and we'll take those
banks of marble with a guard at every door. and we'll share those
vaults of silver that we have sweated for.