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Social Issues of the 1930s

Songs of the 1930s

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Songs

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Smalltown band

Song 1 - "Arizona"
Description - A song about a man and his family traveling to California through Arizona.  Throughout the song the family wishes they were back in Oklahoma, but can't go back because of the lack of work.
Lyrics -We were out in Arizona
On the Painted Desert ground
We had no place to call our own home
And work could not be found.

We started to California
But our money , h it didn't last long
I want to be in Oklahoma
Be back in my old home.

A way out on the desert
Where water is hard to find
It's a hundred miles to Tempe
And the wind blows all the time.

You will burn up in the day time
Yet you're cold when the sun goes down
I wanna be in Oklahoma
Be back in my home town.

You people in Oklahoma
If you ever come west
Have your pockets full of money
And you better be well dressed.

If you wind up on the desert
You're gonna wish that you were dead
You'll be longing for Oklahoma
And your good old feather bed.

Song 2 - Charmin' Betsy
Description - This song is about no matter who you are, where you are or what you have, you are still human.
Lyrics - Rich gal rides in a big limousine
Poor gal she does the same
My gal she rides in a T-model ford
But she's ridin' just the same.
 
She'll be coming round the mountain, charmin' Betsy
She'll be coming round the mountain, Cora Lee
If I never get to see you again
Good Lord, remember me.

Rich gal sleeps on a big feather bed
Poor gal she does the same
My gal she sleeps on a pallet on the floor
But she's snoozin just the same.

She'll be coming round the mountain, charmin' Betsy
She'll be coming round the mountain, Cora Lee
If I never get to see you again
Good Lord, remember me.

Rich man lives in a big brick house
Poor man he does the same
I live way down in the county jail
It's a brick house just the same.

She'll be coming round the mountain, charmin' Betsy
She'll be coming round the mountain, Cora Lee
If I never get to see you again
Good Lord, remember me.