[Verse 1] There is trouble in the darksome sky, he saw it as a boy From great-grandad's covered wagon, from the crux of Illinois For the promise of the daffodils amongst the hard limestone They carved the die of fortune out of buffalo bones
[Chorus] They all wandered o'er the salty seas the prairies wide and more Just to make a foolish man like me that's darkenin' your door If the Great Depression made us, therе is no need to despair I won't waste a single momеnt of the work that brought us here
[Verse 2] From the needle-prickin' mothers who were never taught to read To the barefoot hungry soldiers that enlisted at sixteen Oh in my dumb debasement, I still find great relief That on the lam and on the dole they counted themselves free
[Chorus] I have hustled towards the overpass to sleep there in the rain I have settled with my pocketknife and carved out all their names If the Great Depression made us, there is no need to despair I won't waste a single moment of the work that brought me here
[Verse 3] From the jailhouse on the border, to the hold beneath the ship To the weed-fields out in Oregon, to the first night that we kissed From the dungeon of the coalmine to the brightest factory floor To win our kin a better life is still worth dying for
[Chorus] I still cry my eyes out every time I dare to touch the spirit And if this is our small lot in life I'll love it like I mean it The blood is strong with victory that brought us our despair I won't waste a single moment of the love that's buried here
If the great depression made us, there is no need to despair I won't waste a single moment of the love that brought me hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
