THAT GODDAMN HERBERT HOOVER

I'll have another shot of blackberry
Yeah, I'll be 84 next January
You weren't born but I can tell it true
Those hard times, they weren't no joke

I remember walkin' from town to town
I knocked on doors 'til the sun went down
Slept in a ditch or in a Hooverville
Woke up and did it all again.

We ain't learned nothin'
We don't give a damn
We'll put the reins
In the wrong man's hands
I'm just happy that
I'm nearly in the ground
'Cause that Goddamn Herbert Hoover's back around
That Goddamn Herbert Hoover's back in town.

My sister Kate died in '33
That left just Jimmy, Lucy, Ma and Me
I looked for work out in Iowa
Those dry years were pretty bad

I got locked up down in Illinois
I stole a paper from a news stand boy
Did thirty days in the county jail
There weren't no jobs there anyway

But I saw their pictures with their bellies full
That R.F.C. was like tits on a bull
It never did anyone any good
They never meant us any good

You're lookin' kinda bored around the eyes
You think I'm feeding you pack of lies
I'll have another shot of blackberry
And head down that same old dirty road

You ain't learned nothin'
You don't give a damn
You'll put the reins
In the worst men's hands
When you're in the gutter
I'll be in the ground
And that Goddamn Herbert Hoover's still around
That Goddamn Herbert Hoover's still around

Written by Michael Whyte
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