Bacon Beans and Gravy
I was born long ago, in 1894,
And I’ve seen lots of hard times, that is true.
I’ve been hungry, I’ve been cold,
And now I’m growing old.
But the worst I’ve seen is 1932.
Oh, those bacon, beans, and gravy.
They almost drive me crazy,
I eat ’em till I see ’em in my dreams —
In my dreams,
When I wake up in the morning,
A Depression day is dawning,
And I know I’ll have another mess of beans.
We have Hooverized our butter,
And blued our milk with water,
And I haven’t eaten meat in any way;
As for pies and cakes and jelly.
We substitute sow-belly,
For which we work the county roads each day.