The banker’s your friend on a sunny day
He’ll give you an umbrella in the month of May
Lord we’ve got those foreclosure blues.
When times are good he’s your pal
But look out brother if your crops fail
Lord we got those foreclosure blues.
They’ll sell your farm from right under your feet
Put you and your family out on the street
Then you got them foreclosure blues.
You’re out on the corner with the lowdown blues
Holes in your pockets and holes in your shoes
Lord you got the foreclosure blues.
Rich folks they drink from a silver cup
All we want is a little bit of luck
Lord we got them foreclosure blues.
There’s a rich old man named Henry Ford
Selling his cars on the backs of the poor
But, we got those foreclosure blues.
In the cities the bankers and the business men
Drink champagne while they take your land
Lord we got them foreclosure blues.
So hold your head up don’t you be ashamed
You ain’t the one to blame
Lord we got them foreclosure blues.
The banker’s your friend on a sunny day
He’ll give you an umbrella in the month of May
Lord we got them foreclosure blues.
When the times are good he’s your pal
But look out sister if your crops fail
Lord you got those foreclosure blues.
Lord we got them foreclosure blues
He’ll give you an umbrella in the month of May
Lord we’ve got those foreclosure blues.
When times are good he’s your pal
But look out brother if your crops fail
Lord we got those foreclosure blues.
They’ll sell your farm from right under your feet
Put you and your family out on the street
Then you got them foreclosure blues.
You’re out on the corner with the lowdown blues
Holes in your pockets and holes in your shoes
Lord you got the foreclosure blues.
Rich folks they drink from a silver cup
All we want is a little bit of luck
Lord we got them foreclosure blues.
There’s a rich old man named Henry Ford
Selling his cars on the backs of the poor
But, we got those foreclosure blues.
In the cities the bankers and the business men
Drink champagne while they take your land
Lord we got them foreclosure blues.
So hold your head up don’t you be ashamed
You ain’t the one to blame
Lord we got them foreclosure blues.
The banker’s your friend on a sunny day
He’ll give you an umbrella in the month of May
Lord we got them foreclosure blues.
When the times are good he’s your pal
But look out sister if your crops fail
Lord you got those foreclosure blues.
Lord we got them foreclosure blues
* Sanora Louise Babb (1907–2005) was an American novelist, poet, and literary editor known for her realistic portrayal of life during the Great Depression Era.
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Thousands of farmers lost their land when they had no market for their crops and thus could not pay their mortgages. The plight of the farmer is reflected in the following quote from a debt-ridden farmer: “If they come to take my farm, I’m going to fight. I’d rather be killed outright than die by starvation. But before I die, I’m going to set fire to my crops, I’m going to burn my house, I’m going to p’izen my cattle.” (TFC, Vol.4, p. 55.)
“Foreclosure Blues”, written and sung by Tom Naples is found in Naples’ website: “Whose Names are Unknown: Music from the Depression”
Naples says “These were songs that came from ordinary people who were in the very midst of the struggle. These were the unemployed who stood on breadlines, the Okie migrants who lost all they owned to dust and foreclosures, the urban dwellers who saw their life’s savings disappear with bank closings, miners and millworkers who were squeezed even harder by unscrupulous operators, and the people who managed to hang on in reduced circumstances but were witness to desperation all around them.”
Fonte :
The Plight of the Farmer - 20th Century History Song Book
Posted By Mike Palumbo
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Music from the Depression
Nota dell'Autore.
"Here I will deviate a bit from the program of songs on this site by including an original tune written and played by me. I am including it because it was truly inspired from the pages of the great novelist Sanora Babb*. Her magnificent novel, “Whose Names Are Unknown” tells heartbreaking and realistic stories of migration and loss through the Dust Bowl years. This song and “Prairie Farewell” are dedicated to her. You might say that the songs are hers and I just made them rhyme".
© Tom Naples
Foreclosure Blues