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I've traveled 'round this country |
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From shore to shining shore |
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It really made me wonder |
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The things I heard and saw |
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I saw the farmer working |
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Plowing sod and loam |
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I heard the auction hammer |
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Knocking down his home |
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The banks are made of marble |
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With a guard at every door |
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And the vaults are stuffed with silver |
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That the farmer sweated for |
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I've seen the weary miner |
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Scrubbing coal dust from his back |
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I've heard his children cryin' |
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"No coal to heat the shack" |
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But the banks are made of marble |
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With a guard at every door |
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And the vaults are stuffed with silver |
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That the miner sweated for |
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I'd seen my brothers working |
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Throughout this mighty land |
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I prayed we'd get together |
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And together make a stand |
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Then we might own those banks of marble |
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With a guard at every door |
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And we might share those vaults of silver |
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That we have sweated for |
