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Image: Parkin (vicinity), Arkansas. The families of evicted sharecroppers of the Dibble plantation. They were legally evicted the week of January 12, 1936, the plantation having charged that by membership in the Southern Tenant Farmers’ Union they were engaging in a conspiracy to retain their homes; this contention granted by the court, the eviction, though at the point of a gun, was quite legal. The pictures were taken just after the evictions before they were moved into the tent colony they later enjoyed U.S. Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Black & White Photographs LC-USF34- 014009-E

Lyrics:

Some say a good lord sits in judgment
Of how we treat our fellow man
But the Boss, he don’t believe it—
I just don’t see how he can
While putting screws to desperate workers
When times are hard and things get tough
He’ll squeeze you till you’re barely breathing
And takin’ all you had’s still not enough

Some say a good lord sits in judgment
Of how we treat our fellow man
But the Banker don’t believe it—
I just don’t see how he can
While putting families on the street sir
‘Cause they’re behind on a mortgage note
In good times he’ll slap your back and share you credit
In bad you’ll find his foot on your throat

Some say a good lord sits in judgment
Of how we treat our fellow man
But the Governor don’t believe it—
I just don’t see how he can
While doing the bidding of the Bosses
And carrying the Banker’s water too
He’ll shake a poor man’s hand and talk your ear off
But there ain’t a damn thing he’ll do for you

Oh it’s clear he’s got no fear of
Owning what he’s done in this life
He’s all smiles to your face sir
But you turn your back, he’ll twist the knife

Some say a good lord sits in judgment
Sir I do hope this is true—
That for these hard times we might see justice
For all the evils that men do
For all the evils that men do