Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", Ooh, they point the cannon
Who will take the coal from the mine? Who will take the salt from the earth? Who'll take a leaf and grow it to a tree? Don't Look Now, it ain't you or
CHORUS 1: When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle, In them old cotton fields back home; CHORUS 2: It was down in Louisiana
you wake up in the mornin', You hear the work bell ring, And they march you to the table to see the same old thing. Ain't no food upon the table, and