Singin' The Great Depression Blues

"Everybody Ought to Be Rich",

They say. Leavin' the idea as an itch

In our minds,

t'think of,

t'pick at,

t'invest without own devices.

The devices we ain't even got.

I've been wanderin' without a job;

beggin', lookin' for an ounce of luck.

These people, the ones gullible enough

To follow a few words--

they's the ones who put my family

Out in the streets.

They's the ones who made my baby hungry.

They's the ones who make me worry-

Worry 'bout the world that I

Pulled my baby into.

Now, these careless people!

Gettin' head over heels for another penny,

Their greed made my baby cry.

"Momma, I'm hungry," she tells me.

Every day, I tell 'er that the best's to come,

So that she can sleep at night.

But, the only thing great is this depression.

These greedy people...

They's the ones who made my baby hungry.

They's the ones who make me worry-

Worry 'bout the world that I

Pulled my baby into.

Shya C.

2/2016

Great Depression Blues

I’ve been working all day and night

To earn not a damn thing in sight

I want a wife in my life

But I’m about as broke as my light

I barely have food and I don’t know what to do

I’ve got the Great Depression Blues

Each day I don’t know to do

I can’t take this no mo’

I’m walking out the factory doors

I’m in poverty now. Looks like I’m scrounging ‘round town

They’ve taken my happiness crown. I can’t stand these fools

Now I’m stuck in the Great Depression Blues

I used to be on top. Until I lost everything I got

I’m living in a drought. Look around there’s not even a sprout

Struggles have become real. Us people don’t know how to deal

These feelings I can’t cope with

My mind is going in a drift

I’m feeling all these feelings I don’t know what to do

I’ve got the Great Depression Blue

Each day I don’t know what to do

I can’t take this no mo’

I’m walking out the factory doors

I’m in poverty now. Looks like I’m scrounging ‘round town

They’ve taken my happiness crown. I can’t stand these fools

Now I’m stuck in the Great Depression Blues

I’m no longer sad. All I’m feeling is mad

Who knew life could get this bad

Struggling to keep a roof over my head

I got to continue to look ahead

The misery I feel is getting worse

Any moment I can burst ‘cause I got the blues

I’ve got the Great Depression Blues

Each day I don’t know what to do

I can’t take this no mo’

I’m walking out the factory doors

I’m in poverty now. Looks like I’m scrounging ‘round town

They’ve taken my happiness crown. I can’t stand these fools

Now I’m stuck in the Great Depression Blues

Tiara M.

2/2016

My Own Road – Great Depression Song

The world tumbles down before me,

I wonder why I feel so lonely.

Staying late beneath my pain,

This whole feeling inside and out is just a game.

I’m on my own, still so young,

Don’t have the money, oh this journeys’ just too long.

Why is the air so cold,

The waters dirty and I’m all alone,

In this big, big world, this big depression.

Why am I the girl who is masked by fear,

The roads are all covered in blood-shredded tears,

In this gassed prison world.

I’m broken down, don’t know where to go

So I’m losing faith, so I’m taking my own road

Got no clothes to cover my dry, bare skin,

Now I have to find a whole new home to live in.

People always stare, talking and walking by,

Also wondering how they’ll ever make it out alive.

I’m on my own, still so young,

Don’t know what to do because this journeys still to long.

Why is the air so cold,

The waters dirty and I’m all alone,

In this big, big world, this big depression.

Why am I the girl who is masked by fear,

The roads are all covered in blood-shredded tears,

In this gassed prison world.

I’m broken down, don’t know where to go

So I’m losing faith, so I’m taking my own road

I know it seems nothing will get better,

But I know I at least have to try so,

I’ll pick up my feet, spread my wings, and fly.

I just have to believe

On my road I’m leaving on….

Serenity D

2/2016

Mississippi Delta

Guess America’s a fool place, driven to dirt –

Look around, pry open sleepy eyes and see:

Banks closed, factories crumbled,

New York’s a shadow for the once-rich,

A mob of misery for the poor,

The sad old souls who always been poor.

Draggin’ my feet along the Mississippi delta,

Worn old boots, floppy sole, gather muck and mud,

Got no money to buy another pair, ain’t got

No money to drive away despair,

Draggin’ my feet along the Mississippi delta.

It’s a Hoover town, you betcha, Herbie

Done it now – ain’t gonna lift a finger,

People makin’ beds in the gutter,

Ain’t our place, he says, well I beg to differ,

And from the posters plastered all over town,

I’d say Mr. Roosevelt doesn’t either.

Draggin’ my feet along the Mississippi delta,

Worn old boots, floppy sole, gather muck and mud,

Got no money to buy another pair, ain’t got

No money to drive away despair,

Draggin’ my feet along the Mississippi delta.

We used to be great, greatest there ever was,

The sun finally set on the British empire,

Set in a war just last night, but no more:

Stock market tumbled down the other side

Of the mountain we thought had no peak,

But boy oh boy, did we have a long, hard fall.

Draggin’ my feet along the Mississippi delta,

Worn old boots, floppy sole, gather muck and mud,

Got no money to buy another pair, ain’t got

No money to drive away despair,

Draggin’ my feet along the Mississippi delta.

Emerson M.

2/2016