What this country's comin' to
I sure would like to know
If they don't do something by and by
The rich will live and the poor will die
Doggone, I mean the panic is on
I can't get no work, can't draw no pay
Employment's gettin' worse an' worse every day
Nothin' to eat, no place to sleep
All night long folks walkin' the street
Doggone, I mean the panic is on
Saw a man this morning walking down the street
In his BVD's, no shoes on his feet
Well, you oughta seen the women curlin' in their flats
I can hear 'em say "What kind of man is that?"
Doggone, I mean the panic is on
Well, all the landlords done raised the rent
Folks that ain't broke is badly bent
Where they get the dough from goodness knows
But if they don't produce it, in the street they go
Doggone, I mean the panic is on
Well, some play the numbers, some will read your mind
They all got a racket of some kind
Some trimmin' corns off people's feet
They got to do something to make ends meet
Doggone, I mean the panic is on
Some women sellin' apples, some sellin' pie
Some sellin' gin and rye
Some sellin' socks to support their man
In fact some are sellin' everything they can
Doggone, I mean the panic is on
Well, I've pawned my clothes and everything
Pawned my jewelry, watch and my ring
Folks, these hard times have just begun
If luck don't change they'll be some stealin' done
Doggone, I mean the panic is on
Them greedy politicians ruined everything
But now I'm here to sing
Obama's in the White House sayin' "Yes, we can!"
I know he's gonna come up with a real good plan
And then, doggone, hard times will be gone
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