Keep Your Hand On The Plow. Hold

I Stuck My Head Out The Window This Morning And Spring Kissed Me Bang In The Face.

I Went Down To The River, I Set Down On The Bank. I Tried To Think But Couldn't, So I Jumped In And Sank.

It Were Depression, Too. They Cut My Wages Down Once At The Foundry. They Cut My Wages Down Again. Then They Cut My Wages Out, Also The Job.

I Will Not Take 'but' For An Answer. Negroes Have Been Looking At Democracy's 'but' Too Long.

Reach Up Your Hand... And Take A Star.