DREADFUL MEMORIES

(John Greenway)



Dreadful memories, how they linger,

How they ever flood my soul.

How the workers and their children

Die from hunger and from cold.



Hungry fathers, wearied mothers,

Living in those dreadful shacks.

Little children cold and hungry,

With no clothing on their backs.



Dreadful gun-thugs and stool-pigeons

Always flock around our door.

What's the crime that we've committed?

Nothing, only that we're poor.



When I think of all the heartaches

And all the things that we've been through.

Then I wonder how much longer

And what a working man can do.



Really, friends, it doesn't matter

Whether you are black or white.

The only way you'll ever change things

Is to fight and fight and fight.



We will have to join the union,

They will help you find a way

How to get a better living

And for your work get better pay.



tune: Precious Memories

@union @political @parody

recorded by Sarah Ogan Gunning

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