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Dreadful memories how are they linger
How they ever flood my soul
How the workers and their children
Died from hunger and from cold
Hungry fathers wearied mothers
Living in those dreadful shacks
Little children cold and hungry
With no clothing on their backs
Dreadful gun thugs and stool pigeons
Always flock around our door
What's the crime that we've committed
Nothing only that we're poor
When I think of all the heartaches
And all the things that we've been through
Then I wonder how much longer
And what a working man can do
Really friends it doesn't matter
Whether you are black or white
The only way you'll ever change things
Is to fight and fight and fight
We will have to join the union
They will help you find a way
How to get a better living
And for your work get better pay
Dreadful Memories - Sarah Ogan Gunning
