Road's In Front O' Me, Nothin' To

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 Got The Weary Blues And I Can't Be Satisfied.

The Depression Brought Everybody Down A Peg Or Two. And The Negroes Had But Few Pegs To Fall.

Yet The Ivory Gods, And The Ebony Gods, And The Gods Of Diamond-jade, Are Only Silly Puppet Gods That People Themselves Have Made.-

Well, When Christ Comes Back This Time, I Hope He Comes Back Mad His Own Self. I Hope He Drives The Jim Crowers Out Of Their High Places, Every Living Last One Of Them From Washington To Texas.