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Poor Man, Rich Man (Cotton Mill Colic No. 2)

Dave McCarn
Lingua: Inglese



[1930]
Parole e musica di David “Dave” McCarn (1905-1964), chitarrista, armonicista e songwriter originario di Gaston County, North Carolina
Si tratta del seguito della più famosa Cotton Mill Colic
Testo trovato su Folk Archive

“Cenere alla cenere, polvere alla polvere / che il povero possa vivere e che il ricco possa andare in malora…”

Trovo la canzone in alcune raccolte, a partire da “Songs Of Complaint And Protest” edita nel 1977 dalla Libreria del Congresso statunitense.

Songs Of Complaint And ProtestPoor Man, Rich Man - American Country Songs Of Protest



Poi in “Poor Man, Rich Man - American Country Songs Of Protest” dela Rounder Records, 1989.

Poi anche nella raccolta “Gastonia Gallop. Cotton Mill Songs & Hillbilly Blues. Piedmont Textile Workers on Record, Gaston County, North Carolina 1927-1931” pubblicata nel 2009 dalla Old Hat Records.

Gastonia Gallop


Infine in “Work Hard, Play Hard, Pray Hard”, Tompkins Square Records, 2012

Work Hard, Play Hard, Pray Hard
Let me tell you people something that's true,
When you work in the mill I'll tell you what you have to do.
You're up in the morning before daylight,
You labor all day till it gets night.
You work a few days, get pale in the face
From standing so long in the same damn place.
'Long comes the boss as hard as he can tear,
He wants you to think he's a grizzly bear.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Let the poor man live and the rich man bust.

When you go to dinner you'll have to run
Or they'll blow the whistle before you're done.
Payday comes, you won't have a penny
When you pay your bills 'cos you got so many.
Sometimes you hear a noise like a pecker of wood
But it's only fellas trying to sell their goods.
Merchants they are just about grey
From studying how to get the poor man's pay.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Let the poor man live and the rich man bust.

Now some people run the millman down,
But the cotton mill people make the world go round.
They take a little drink, have a little fun,
When everything's finished they rake out the mun.
Now I left the mountains when I was a strip,
Never will forget that awful trip.
I walked all the way behind an apple wagon,
When I got to town, people, my pants were a-dragging.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Let the poor man live and the rich man bust.

When wintertime comes there's hell to pay
When you see the boss you'll have to say,
"I want a load of wood, a ton of coal,
Take a dollar a week or I'll go in the hole."
You'll have to buy groceries in some chain store
'Cos you can't afford to pay anymore,
If you don't starve I'm a son of a gun
'Cos you can't buy beans without any mun.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Let the poor man live and the rich man bust.

inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 13/4/2015 - 15:31


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