Song | Beans, Bacon, and Gravy |
Artist | Pete Seeger |
Album | American Industrial Ballads |
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作曲 : Silber | |
I was born long ago, in eighteen ninety four | |
I've seen many a panic I will own | |
I've been hungry, I've been cold, and now I'm growin' old | |
But the worst I've seen is nineteen thirty one | |
Oh those beans, bacon and gravy | |
They almost drive me crazy | |
I eat them 'til I see them in my dreams | |
In my dreams | |
When I wake up in the morning | |
And another day is dawning | |
I know I'll have another mess of beans | |
Well we congregate each morning, at the county barn at dawning | |
Everyone is happy so it seems | |
But when our day's work is done, and we pile in one by one | |
And thank the Lord for one more mess of beans | |
Chorus | |
We've Hooverized on butter, and for milk we've only water | |
And I haven't seen a steak in many a day | |
As for pies, cakes and jellies, we substitute sour bellies | |
For which we work the county road each day | |
Chorus | |
If there ever comes a time, when I have more than a dime | |
They will have to put me under lock and key | |
For they've had me broke so long, I can only sing this song | |
Of the workers and their misery | |
Chorus |
zuo qu : Silber | |
I was born long ago, in eighteen ninety four | |
I' ve seen many a panic I will own | |
I' ve been hungry, I' ve been cold, and now I' m growin' old | |
But the worst I' ve seen is nineteen thirty one | |
Oh those beans, bacon and gravy | |
They almost drive me crazy | |
I eat them ' til I see them in my dreams | |
In my dreams | |
When I wake up in the morning | |
And another day is dawning | |
I know I' ll have another mess of beans | |
Well we congregate each morning, at the county barn at dawning | |
Everyone is happy so it seems | |
But when our day' s work is done, and we pile in one by one | |
And thank the Lord for one more mess of beans | |
Chorus | |
We' ve Hooverized on butter, and for milk we' ve only water | |
And I haven' t seen a steak in many a day | |
As for pies, cakes and jellies, we substitute sour bellies | |
For which we work the county road each day | |
Chorus | |
If there ever comes a time, when I have more than a dime | |
They will have to put me under lock and key | |
For they' ve had me broke so long, I can only sing this song | |
Of the workers and their misery | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Silber | |
I was born long ago, in eighteen ninety four | |
I' ve seen many a panic I will own | |
I' ve been hungry, I' ve been cold, and now I' m growin' old | |
But the worst I' ve seen is nineteen thirty one | |
Oh those beans, bacon and gravy | |
They almost drive me crazy | |
I eat them ' til I see them in my dreams | |
In my dreams | |
When I wake up in the morning | |
And another day is dawning | |
I know I' ll have another mess of beans | |
Well we congregate each morning, at the county barn at dawning | |
Everyone is happy so it seems | |
But when our day' s work is done, and we pile in one by one | |
And thank the Lord for one more mess of beans | |
Chorus | |
We' ve Hooverized on butter, and for milk we' ve only water | |
And I haven' t seen a steak in many a day | |
As for pies, cakes and jellies, we substitute sour bellies | |
For which we work the county road each day | |
Chorus | |
If there ever comes a time, when I have more than a dime | |
They will have to put me under lock and key | |
For they' ve had me broke so long, I can only sing this song | |
Of the workers and their misery | |
Chorus |