You Okies and Arkies.

You Okies and Arkies get off the row;
You know the C.I.O.
Get out of your trailers if you want a raise;
We're not fooling around many more days.
Come out of the field, boys, and, don't go back in,
We've got you out now but about fifty men.

I'm telling you, men, times is getting hard,
And eighty cent cotton won't buy lard.
Tell Mr. John Farmer that we stand in a row,
And we're all backed-up by the C.I.O.
You eat your beefsteak and farm with machines,
And us poor cotton pickers live on beans.


typed and submitted by Brian Hoskin