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An Anonymous Worker

"In the Cold Old Wintertime" (karaoke)

"In the Cold Old Wintertime" (sheet music)


There's a time in each year that the working class fear.
It's the cold old winter time.
When the cold, chilly breeze makes them shiver and freeze
In the cold old winter time.
They work all summer long for a system that's wrong
And for masters that treat them like swine.
Then they come to the city; they're objects of pity
In the cold old winter time.

In the cold old winter time, in the cold old winter time,
They feed you on religion and soup kitchens and bread lines.
Salvationists and volunteers and rollers all live fine;
You're the only one that's on the bum in the cold old winter time.

They work you like mules and treat you like fools
In the cold old winter time.
With Jim, Jack, and Bill shov'ling snow for Jim Hill
In the cold old winter time.
You ripen the melons for others to eat
And all you receive is the rind.
Why don't you get wise, with the boys organize,
In the cold old winter time?

In the cold old winter time, in the cold old winter time,
They feed you on religion and soup kitchens and bread lines.
Salvationists and volunteers and rollers all live fine;
You're the only one that's on the bum in the cold old winter time.

There's a time near at hand when throughout this broad land,
In the cold old winter time,
There will be no more bums; there will be no more slums
In the cold old winter time.
We will tear down this system that capital built
And the heights of ambition we'll climb.
Shorter hours and better pay is our motto today
In the cold old winter time.

In the cold old winter time, with the workers all in line,
We'll make the drones and lazy bones and bosses come to time.
When capital is down and out, then labor's sun will shine
And the boss will work or starve to death in the cold old winter time.

In the cold old winter time, with the workers all in line,
We'll make the drones and lazy bones and bosses come to time.
When capital is down and out, then labor's sun will shine
And the boss will work or starve to death in the cold old winter time.

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