The Banks Of Marble

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 farmer working

Plowing sod and loam

I heard the auction hammer

Knocking down his home



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 weary miner

Scrubbing coal dust from his back

I've heard his children cryin'

"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'd 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 might share those vaults of silver

That we have sweated for