Most Americans know the lyrics of this depression-era song. Now they know what it was about.
They used to tell me I was building a dream,
and so I followed the mob,
When there was earth to plow, or guns to bear,
I was always there right on the job.
They used to tell me I was building a dream,
with peace and glory ahead,
Why should I be standing in line,
just waiting for bread?
Once I built a railroad, I made it run, made it race against time.
Once I built a railroad; now it’s done. Brother, can you spare a dime?
Once I built a tower, up to the sun, brick, and rivet, and lime;
Once I built a tower, now it’s done. Brother, can you spare a dime?
Once in khaki suits, gee we looked swell,
full of that Yankee Doodly Dum,
Half a million boots went slogging through Hell,
I was the kid with the drum!
Say, don’t you remember, they called me Al. It was Al all the time.
Say don’t you remember? I’m your pal. Buddy, can you spare a dime?
I seldom leave responses, but i did a few searching and wound up here A song about building the American Dream, railroads, towers, war, then being tossed aside to beg for change -notmytribe.com.
And I actually do have a couple of questions for you if you tend not to mind.
Is it only me or does it look like a few of these remarks appear like written by brain dead people?
😛 And, if you are posting at additional online sites, I’d like to follow everything new you have to post. Would you list of the complete urls of all your public sites like your Facebook page, twitter feed, or linkedin profile?
Now you’re sending out spam commercials for sales of hardwood floors with dumb ass and vacuous personal insults? This is not the best sales technique, Hardwoody. What on earth is the American advertising world coming to?