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KANSAS FOOL We have the land to raise the wheat And ev'rything that's good to eat. And when we had no bonds or debts, We were a jolly, happy set. cho: Oh Kansas fool, poor Kansas fool! The banker makes of you a tool. I look across the fertile plain, Big crops made so by gentle rain But twelve-cent corn gives me alarm, And makes me want to sell my farm. With abundant crops raised everywhere 'Tis a mystery, I do declare. Why farmers all should fume and fret And why we are so deep in debt. At first we made some money here With drouth and grasshoppers each year But now the interest that we pay Soon takes our money all away. The bankers followed us out west And did in mortgages invest And looked ahead and shrewdly planned And soon they'll have our Kansas land. from Songs of the American People, Silverman @farm filename[ KSFOOL TUNE FILE: KSFOOL CLICK TO PLAY RG Oct00  8note Sheet |
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