Unrecorded. Based upon “The Banks Are Made of Marble,” by Les Rice.
I’ve traveled round this country
from shore to shining shore
and it really made me wonder
all the things I heard and saw
I heard a woman sighing
at the bus stop down the street
off to work for fourteen hours
and she still can’t make ends meet
But the banks are made of marble
with a guard at every door
and the vaults are stuffed with silver
that the women sweated for
I saw a hungry family
waiting by the pantry door
they went home with a box of groceries
but I know they needed more (chorus - our famiies sweated for)
I heard a lone voice singing
another weary homeless man
‘neath a street lamp in some blind alley
precious Lord please take my hand (chorus - the men have sweated for)
And I seen the working people
throughout this mighty land
and I pray we stick together
and together make a stand
And we will own those banks of marble
and we’ll open every door
and we’ll share those vaults of silver
that we all have sweated for