| There was a man came to see the USA from a foreign land
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| To photograph the progress of dear old Uncle Sam
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| He got off the boat in New York went down to the Bowery
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| I know what the man went to photograph and to see
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| There were hopeless hungry living dead
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| Winos who sell their souls for a bottle of a cheapest red
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| That’s the picture that he wanted
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| And that’s what he got they say America the ugly today
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| He went to the Appalachians and he saw what we all have seen
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| Where people live on bread and soup fat back and pinto beans
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| He saw the hungry children and he photographed the ragged clothes
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| I guess we’re gonna try to tell him that it ain’t so
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| There were good men standin' around with nothing to do
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| Pregnant young women who didn’t even have a pair of shoes
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| The man got his pictures and what are we going to say America the ugly today
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| Then he went to the medicare centers and he saw the old people there
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| It seems that the young generation just didn’t want 'em in their hair
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| He saw the poor man workin' it out while the mighty rich lives high
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| And my friend that brings a gleam to the enemy’s eyes
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| There were some folks had plenty and some had none at all
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| The enemy knows when a heart gets hard the country is bound to fall
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| If we get heads and hearts together we won’t have to hear them say
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| America the ugly today America the ugly today |