Image:  Drought-stricken farmer and family near Muskogee, Oklahoma. Agricultural day laborer. Muskogee County U.S. Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information LC-USF34-016107-C


I wish there was a star baby, that we could hitch our wagon to

Or we could a find a well out there just waiting for the penny

That’s gonna make our dreams come true

‘Cause it’s been a long time coming lately–a little luck for me and you

So I ain’t providing for our baby, nor nearly giving you your due

Fact is there’s no jobs on offer, and I ain’t a beggar or a thief

I fear it’s time we contemplate dear: I disappear, you go on relief

If wishes were horses we’d be riding into the lives we’d hoped to lead

But sometimes you can’t get what you wanted–or even the half of what you need

I wish there was a job ready, for every pair of idled hands

That before these hard times built the factories, laid the rails and farmed these lands

‘Cause if working was a right, darling, I’d throw my all at any task

A fair day’s pay for a hard day’s work, now—that don’t seem so much to ask

But what with “liquidation” as the watchword among the mighty and the few

I fear that wishful thinking is all that’s left for me and you

If there was justice I’d be working–and a honest wage would see us through

But now without some rare good fortune, I just don’t know what we can do