Banks of Marble --- Les Rice ©1950
I've [G]traveled [D7]'round this country,
From [C]sea to shining [G]sea;
It [D7]really makes me [G]wonder,
The [D7]things I hear and [G]see.
I’ve [G]seen the [D7]weary farmer,
[C]Plowing sod and [G]loam;
I’ve [D7]heard the auction [G]hammer
A-[D7]knocking down his [G]home.
But the [G]banks are made of marble,
With a [D7]guard at every [G]door,
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
That the [D7]farmer sweated [G]for.
I’ve [G]seen the [D7]seaman standing
[C]Idly by the [G]shore,
I’ve [D7]heard the bosses [G]saying,
"Got no [D7]work for you no [G]more."
But the [G]banks are made of marble,
With a [D7]guard at every [G]door,
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
That the [D7]farmer sweated [G]for.
I’ve [G]seen the [D7]weary miner
Scrubbing [C]coal dust from his [G]back,
I’ve [D7]heard his children [G]crying,
"Got no [D7]coal to heat the [G]shack."
But the [G]banks are made of marble,
With a [D7]guard at every [G]door,
And the vaults are stuffed with silver
That the [D7]farmer sweated [G]for.
I've [G]seen my brothers [D7]working
Through-[C]out this mighty [G]land,
I’ve [D7]prayed we'd get to-[G]gether
And to-[D7]gether make a [G]stand.
Then we'd [G]own those banks of marble,
With a [D7]guard at every [G]door,
And we'd share those vaults of silver
That [D7]we have sweated [G]for!