| Banks of Marble |
|---|
| I’ve travelled around this country |
| From shore to shining shore |
| And it really makes me wonder |
| What the world is coming to |
| I see the weary farmer |
| Just plowing up the loam |
| And I see the auction hammer |
| A’selling off his home |
| Cho: |
| But the banks are made of marble |
| With a guard at every door |
| And the vaults are made of silver |
| That the workers sweated for |
