Image: Tubercular wife and daughter of agricultural day laborer. She had lost six of her eight children and the remaining two were pitifully thin. The mother said that she had tuberculosis because she had always gone back to the fields to work within two or three days after her children were born. Shack home is on Poteau Creek near Spiro, Oklahoma U.S. Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information LC-USF34- 033601-D
Lyrics: The wages of sin Are gilding the lily In backrooms that poor folk ain’t privy to see The wages of sin Are feathering nests sir Behind guards and gates shut against you and me The wages of sin In the Devil's own ledger Tally what bosses suck out of what workers put in The wages of sin Are death on the prairies And in Boweries and small towns across this hard land They’ve made factories and farms Into cemeteries For dreams sacrificed to Supply and Demand-- From a hungry hollow-eyed kid To a desperate young mother Or a homeless heart-broken shell of a man So, these wages of sin-- Let’s call a down payment On the day debits and credits are squared up and trued And the fat cats and bosses Are called to account And poor folks lays claim to what poor folks are due And poor folks lays claim to what poor folks are due