Misc Traditional – There Comes A Reckoning Day (Guitar)

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I had a dream the other night when ev'ry thing was still,

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I dreamt I say the lab'ring men all going down the hill

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Their clothes were rags their feet were bare a tear was in their eyes

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Said I, my friend, what grieves you so, and causes you to cry.

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Oh, bondholders, take pity, now, we pray

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We're out of food and out clothes,

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There comes a reckoning day.

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We have to work to earn our bread, our children cry for food,

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Have scarce a place to lay our heads. complaining does no good.

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we hate to beg, we will not steal, pray tell us what to do,

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We cannot starve  what shall we do?  we leave the case to you.

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Oh, bondholders, take pity, now, we pray

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We're out of food and out clothes,

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There comes a reckoning day.

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our greenbacks 're gone, you've made us poor, reduced us all to slaves

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You took our means, you took our homes, you've treated us as knaves.

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we fought your battles, saved your homes took green backs as our pay,

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Now, when we ask for work or bread, you boldly answer nay.

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Oh, bondholders, take pity, now, we pray

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We're out of food and out clothes,

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There comes a reckoning day.

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Bring in your bonds and get the cash the same you gave to us

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Twas greenbacks then, 'tis greenbacks now; we'll end this little muss

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We must have money through the land, and busness lively too;

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We'll feed the hungry, clothe the poor, with work for all to do.

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Oh, bondholders, take pity, now, we pray

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We're out of food and out clothes,

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There comes a reckoning day.

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You own the bonds but pay no tax, for justice now we cry

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You bought with green backs , now ask for gold; pray tell us how and why?

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who promised you to pay in gold? the people now inquier?

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We'll keep our contract, you keep yours, as honest men admire

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Oh, bondholders, take pity, now, we pray

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We're out of food and out clothes,

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There comes a reckoning day.