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!

 

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