We havin' an election
an' poor boys gotta choose.
We havin' an election
an' we poor boys gotta choose.
Which rich
gonna win and who gon' lose.
When I made my cross,
my heart was full of hope.
Well when I made my cross,
my heart was full of hope.
Put my paper in the box
an' it slid down that slip'ry slope.
I saw who got elected,
an' I sure din't vote for him.
I saw who got elected,
ain't no-one vote for him.
I ain't accusing anybody,
but damn sure that fix was in.
Don' matter how you vote,
the gov'ment's just the same.
Don' matter how you vote,
damn gov'ment's just the same.
More money for the rich
and the poor goin' down the drain.