Show me the alley, show me the train. Show me the hobo, who sleeps out in the rain. And I'll show you a young man With so many reasons why. And there but for fortune, go you or I.
Show me the whiskey, that stains on the floor. Show me the drunkard, as he stumbles out the door. And I'll show you a young man With so many reasons why. And there but for fortune go you or I. - Joan Baez
Money speaks for money, the devil for his own. Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone?
The Union forever, defending our rights. Down with the black leg, workers unite! - Billy Bragg