Defense Factory Blues

Josh White
Lingua: Inglese

Went to the De-fense factory
Trying to find some work to do,
Had the nerve to tell me, 'Black boy,
Nothing here for you.‎

My father died,
Died fighting 'cross the sea.
Mama said his dying
Never helped her or me.

I'll tell you brother
Well, it sure don't make no sense
When a Negro can't work
In the national defense.

I'll tell you one thing
That boss man ain't my friend.
If he was he'd give me
Some democracy to defend.

In the land of the free
Called the home, home of the brave,
All I want is liberty,
That is what I crave.‎

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