| Song | Beans, Bacon, and Gravy |
| Artist | Pete Seeger |
| Album | American Industrial Ballads |
| 作曲 : Silber | |
| I was born long ago, in eighteen ninety four | |
| I've seen many a panic I will own | |
| I've been hungry, I've been cold, and now I'm growin' old | |
| But the worst I've seen is nineteen thirty one | |
| Oh those beans, bacon and gravy | |
| They almost drive me crazy | |
| I eat them 'til I see them in my dreams | |
| In my dreams | |
| When I wake up in the morning | |
| And another day is dawning | |
| I know I'll have another mess of beans | |
| Well we congregate each morning, at the county barn at dawning | |
| Everyone is happy so it seems | |
| But when our day's work is done, and we pile in one by one | |
| And thank the Lord for one more mess of beans | |
| Chorus | |
| We've Hooverized on butter, and for milk we've only water | |
| And I haven't seen a steak in many a day | |
| As for pies, cakes and jellies, we substitute sour bellies | |
| For which we work the county road each day | |
| Chorus | |
| If there ever comes a time, when I have more than a dime | |
| They will have to put me under lock and key | |
| For they've had me broke so long, I can only sing this song | |
| Of the workers and their misery | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Silber | |
| I was born long ago, in eighteen ninety four | |
| I' ve seen many a panic I will own | |
| I' ve been hungry, I' ve been cold, and now I' m growin' old | |
| But the worst I' ve seen is nineteen thirty one | |
| Oh those beans, bacon and gravy | |
| They almost drive me crazy | |
| I eat them ' til I see them in my dreams | |
| In my dreams | |
| When I wake up in the morning | |
| And another day is dawning | |
| I know I' ll have another mess of beans | |
| Well we congregate each morning, at the county barn at dawning | |
| Everyone is happy so it seems | |
| But when our day' s work is done, and we pile in one by one | |
| And thank the Lord for one more mess of beans | |
| Chorus | |
| We' ve Hooverized on butter, and for milk we' ve only water | |
| And I haven' t seen a steak in many a day | |
| As for pies, cakes and jellies, we substitute sour bellies | |
| For which we work the county road each day | |
| Chorus | |
| If there ever comes a time, when I have more than a dime | |
| They will have to put me under lock and key | |
| For they' ve had me broke so long, I can only sing this song | |
| Of the workers and their misery | |
| Chorus |