Banks of Marble - Pete Seeger

I’ve travelled around this country

From shore to shining shore

And it really makes me wonder

What the world is coming to

I see the weary farmer

Just plowing up the loam

And I see the auction hammer

A’selling off his home

Cho:

But the banks are made of marble

With a guard at every door

And the vaults are made of silver

That the workers sweated for