When the Bill Comes Due

Still working on recording this one

Image: President William H. Taft  George Grantham Bain Collection, U.S. Library of Congress LC-B2- 2016-6

Lyrics:

I saw the sin Pride out promenading
Down avenues all paved with gold
From the spoils of speculating—
Proud fortunes made at the price
Of a nation’s soul bought and sold

It’s a crying shame, sir, the state we’re in—
Where the poor man pays, lord, lord
For the rich man’s sin

I heard the sin of Greed expostulating
That the rich man’s trove
Is his needful share—
And how that squares with the cries of a hungry child
Greed don’t care

It’s the rich man’s sin, but the poor man pays—
The poor man foots the bill

When the bill comes due, lord, when the bill comes due
No more crying child, lord, when the bill comes due
When the bill comes due, sir, when the bill comes due—
No more hat in hand, sir, when the bill comes due

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