I've traveled around this country
From shore to shining shore
And it really makes me wonder
What the world is coming to
I see the weary farmer
Just plowing up the loam
And I see the auction hammer
A'selling off his home
But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are made of silver
That the workers sweated for
From shore to shining shore
And it really makes me wonder
What the world is coming to
I see the weary farmer
Just plowing up the loam
And I see the auction hammer
A'selling off his home
But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are made of silver
That the workers sweated for