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I Hate the Capitalist System

Sarah Ogan Gunning
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I HATE THE CAPITALIST SYSTEM

I hate the capitalist system,
And I'll tell you the reason why:
It has caused me so much suffering,
And my dearest friends to die.

Well I know you all are wondering
What it has done to me.
Well I am going to tell you
That my husband has TB

Brought on by hard work and low wages,
And never enough to eat,
From going cold and hungry,
With no shoes upon his feet.

My husband was a coal miner
Who worked hard and risked his life,
Just trying to support three children,
Himself, his mother and wife.

Well I had a blue-eyed baby
Was the darling of my heart.
But from my little darling
Her mother had to part.

While the rich and mighty capitalist
Goes dressed in jewels and silk,
My darling blue-eyed baby
Has died for the want of milk.

Wellthey call this the land of plenty,
And for them I guess it's true,
For the rich and mighty capitalist,
Not for workers like me and you.

Well what can we do about it
To these men of power and might?
Well I tell you, Mr. Capitalist,
We are going to fight, fight, fight.
I HATE THE CAPITALIST SYSTEM

I hate the capitalist system,
And I will tell you the reason why:
It has caused me so much suffering,
And my dearest friends to die.

Well I know you all are wondering
What it has done to me.
Well I am going to tell you
That my husband had TB

Brought on by hard work and low wages,
And never enough to eat,
And going raggedy and hungry,
With no shoes upon his feet.
I guess you'll say he's lazy,
An' did not want to work.
But I must say you're crazy,
For work he did not shirk.

My husband was a coal miner
Who worked hard and risked his life,
Just trying to support three children,
Himself, his mother and wife.

I had a blue-eyed baby
the darling of my heart.
But from my little darling
Her mother had to part.

The rich and mighty capitalist
Goes dressed in jewels and silk,
My darling blue-eyed baby
Has died for the want of milk.

I had a darlin' mother,
For her I often cry.
But with them rotten conditions
My mother had to die.

Well, what killed, what killed your mother?
Oh tell us if you please.
Well, it was old pellagra,
That starvation disease.

Well they call this the land of plenty,
And to them I guess it's true,
For the rich and mighty capitalist,
Not for workers like me and you.

Oh what can we do about it
To these men of power and might?
Well I tell you, Mr. Capitalist,
We are going to fight, fight, fight.




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