1929 Farm DEPRESSION Wendell Hall Eleven Cent Cotton Forty Meat BRUNSWICK 4279
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A series of great PERSONALITY Records from Movies, Vaudeville, Minstrel and Humor on 78 rpm Victrola Records
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Great Wendell Hall in an early protest song, a harbinger of the great depression to come.
Seven Cent Cotton and Forty Cent Meat is an American song of the Great Depression, which was published in 1930 by Bob Miller and Emma Dermer.[1] The song details the experiences of a cotton farmer during the Great Depression when the price of cotton fell so low that cotton farming could no longer provide basic necessities.
Eleven cent cotton and forty cent meat
Emma Dermer (composer)
Bob Miller (lyricist)
Seven times seven is forty-nine
Wendell W. Hall (vocalist : baritone vocal)
Description: Male vocal solo, with Guitar and Slide Whistle
February1929 New York, New York Brunswick 4279
Orig Issue Brunswick 10" 78 rpm record
Condition:
VERY GOOD PLUS minor wear but rubbed, plays with some hissFive cent cotton and forty cent meat,
How in the Hell can a poor man eat?
Votin' time is comin', and just watch us all,
You can bet your hide there'll be a change somewhere this fall!
Past four years have been mighty bad,
Had to tighten up our belts and our clothes look sad.
There's no use talkin' any man's beat
With five cent cotton and forty cent meat!
This song was originally posted on [link removed by eBay]
Five cent cotton and forty cent meat,
How in the hell can a poor man eat?
Just look me over and you can see
That a good square meal is gonna kill poor me!
In Washington they eat the corn while we get the cob,
But after next election someone will be lookin' for a job!
There's no use talkin' any man's beat
With five cent cotton and forty cent meat!
Five cent cotton and forty cent meat,
How in the hell can a poor man eat?
The folks up in Washington are fat and full
While we've been starvin' on promises and bull!
And wasn't we promised a dinner pail?
But the only thing that's full is our county jail!
There's no use talkin' any man's beat
With five cent cotton and forty cent meat!
This song was originally posted on [link removed by eBay]
Five cent cotton and forty cent meat,
How in the hell can a poor man eat?
The harder we work the less we have;
We know the farm relief has been a lot of salve!
When our clothes wear out we'll all go nude,
But what are we gonna substitute instead of food?
There's no use talkin' any man's beat
With five cent cotton and forty cent meat!
Ain't no use a-talkin', we're gonna make a change,
There's always a liniment for every mangy.
The liniment for hard times is castin' my vote
And gettin' rid of them who rocks the boat.
We've all been fools, when times were good
But now we gotta think as we should!
There's no use talkin' any man's beat
With five cent cotton that's impossible to eat!
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