Maria Muldaur - Bank Failure Blues Lyrics
I've been working all my life folks, saved every nickel I could getI've been working all my life folks, saved every nickel I could getThought someday I’d have a nest egg, but my home will be the poorhouse yetGot my money every Saturday, Monday morning took it to the bankGot my money every Saturday, Monday morning took it to the bankNow that dog-gone bank gone busted, every nickel that I saved done sinkLord it's hard to lose your money when you've scraped and scrambled as I'veDoneLord it's hard to lose your money when you've scraped and scrambled as I'veDoneMake a preacher leave his pulpit, trade his bible for a Gatlin gunGoing down to the cashiers window, going down with blood in both my eyesGoing down to the cashiers window, going down with blood in both my eyesAnd if I don’t get my money, gonna cut that man down to my sizeLet me tell you folks there’s two things, two things that I just can’tStandLet me tell you folks there’s two things, two things that I just can’tStandOne is messing with my money, others messing ‘round with my good man
