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
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* 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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