leo kottke
the banks of marble
I've traveled 'round this country  from shore to shining shore  It really made me wonder  the things I heard and saw   I saw the weary farmer  plowing sod and loam  l heard the auction hammer  just a-knocking down his home   But the banks are made of marble  with a guard at every door  and the vaults are stuffed with silver  that the farmer sweated for   I've seen the weary miner  scrubbing coal dust from his back  I heard his children cryin'  "Got no coal to heat the shack"   But the banks are made of marble  with a guard at every door  and the vaults are stuffed with silver  that the miner sweated for   I've seen my brothers working  throughout this mighty land  l prayed we'd get together  and together make a stand   Then we might own those banks of marble  with a guard at every door  and we might share those vaults of silver  that we have sweated for 