Malvina Reynolds - The Money Crop

Well, money has its own way,
And money has to grow.
It grows on human blood and bone,
As any child would know.
It's iron stuff and paper stuff
With no life of its own,
And so it takes its growing sap
From human blood and bone.
And many a child goes hungering
Because the wage is low,
And men die on the battlefield
To make the money grow.
And those that take the money crop
Are avid without end,
They plant it in the tenements
To make it grow again.
The little that they leave for us,
It cannot be a seed.
We spend it for the shoddy clothes
And every daily need.
We spend it in a minute,
In an hour it is gone,
To find its way to grow again
On human blood and bone,
Blood and bone.

[@2012Ursula]

rosc2112, thanks for the Malvina spirit, and for thinking to post the lyrics. MR is still alive and well as far as I'm concerned, and frighteningly prescient.

[@jenapeoples]

Thank goodness someone uploaded this and now hopefully it will never be lost. I'm trying to figure out the chords, if anyone knows them, hook it up please.

[@BabaHangedOS]

this is great

[@yourmomsfavoriteguy1]

anyone knows the chords for this masterpiece?? can't find them anywhere:(

[@rosc2112]

@2012Ursula
Not so much prescience, as typical human nature throughout all of history. For example, read a bit about the Molly Maguires and how the wealthy coal barons paid starvation wages, or pre-Union USA (1950s and earlier), read about the work of Lewis Hine who photo-documented the plight of the poor and working class.
No, things haven't changed much. The little bit of improvement that was hard-won by our predecessors is today being dismantled and destroyed by the right-wing nutjobs.