Beans, Bacon & Gravy
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
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
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