A G
A D
Sun
up to sun down
A G
But
you live by the plow; You die by the same
A D
The
story, it’s often been told
A G
Well,
the working was hard, but the living was good
A D
And
your time was you own
A G
But
how can a man make his life on the land
A D
When
the bankers and railroads own it all?
A G
Soon
the good life was gone; Summer’s drought and winter’s toll
A
D
Until
we were forced to leave
A G
Oh,
you know the rest; We went down in a year
A D
And
we settled in a dreary factory town
A G
It’s
10 cents an hour; It’s 10 hours a day
A D
And
you’ll never be free
A G
From
the doubts and the fears; And your life’s a living hell
A D
With
my family so far from their home