Banks of Marble

Words & Music: Les Rice (1950s)

I've traveled 'round this country
From shore to shining shore.
It really made me wonder,
The things I heard and saw.

I saw the weary farmer
A-plowing sod and loam.
I heard the auction hammer
Just a-knocking down his home.

But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are stuffed with silver,
That the farmer sweated for.

I've seen the seaman standing
Idly by the shore.
I heard the bosses saying:
Got no work for you no more.

But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are stuffed with silver,
That the seaman sweated for.

I've seen the weary miner
Scrubbing coal dust from his back.
And I've heard his children cryin':
Got no coal to heat the shack.

But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are stuffed with silver,
That the miner sweated for.

I've seen my brothers working
Throughout this mighty land.
I prayed, we'd get together
And together make a stand.

Then we might own those banks of marble
With a guard at every door
And we would share those vaults of silver,
That we have sweated for.

Banks of Marble

But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are stuffed with silver,
That the farmer sweated for.

But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are stuffed with silver,
That the miner sweated for.

Banks of Marble

But the banks are made of marble With a guard at every door And the vaults are stuffed with silver, That the farmer sweated for.

But the banks are made of marble With a guard at every door And the vaults are stuffed with silver, That the miner sweated for.

But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are stuffed with silver,
That the farmer sweated for.

But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are stuffed with silver,
That the miner sweated for.