Well, I went to the Saturday matinee show;
Story about a man who walked a hard road.
He was singing,
“I ain't got a penny to my name.
We're going nowhere on a slow train.
The politicians all left town.
There's silence in the street;
There's nothing but the sound of the children,
And the hunger…”
Chorus:
While the fat man's gonna run your life,
And the fat man's gonna steal your wife
And leave you in your pity, while you wonder…
Is it him or me?
Well. the story goes on about people working in the fields,
Trading blood and sweat for a dollar.
And the only difference between them and slaves
Is they didn't have chains and a collar, singing…
We ain't got a penny to our name.
We're going nowhere on a slow train.
The politicians all left town.
There's silence in the street;
There's nothing but the sound of the children,
And I wonder…
Chorus:
Well, I walked across the street to the parking lot,
Got into my thirty thousand dollar car and wondered;
I was thinking about the things that he said.
I understood the pressure he was under, singing…
I ain't got a penny to my name.
I'm going nowhere on a slow train.
The politicians all left town.
There's silence in the street;
There's nothing but the sound of the children,
And I wonder…
Chorus:
'Cause I ain't got a penny to my name.
I'm going nowhere on a slow train.
The politicians all left town.
There's silence in the streets;
There's nothing but the sound of the children,
And the hunger…
Chorus: While the fat man's…
Well, the last time I saw him he was standing on a train
Silhouetted by the sunset on a boxcar;
Singing songs about freedom from the pain;
Calling working people, wherever they are; singing…
We ain't got a penny to our name.
We're going nowhere on a slow train.
The politicians all left town.
There's silence in the streets.
There's nothing but the sound of the children;
And I wonder…
Chorus:
for lyrics.
