Dreadful Memories

Sarah Ogan Gunning

"Dreadful Memories" (karaoke)

"Dreadful Memories" (sheet music)

Dreadful mem'ries, how they linger

How they ever flood my soul

How the workers and their children

Die from hunger and from cold.


Hungry fathers, wearied mothers

Living in those dreadful shacks

Little children cold and hungry

With no clothing on their backs.


Dreadful gun thugs and stool pigeons

Always flock around our door

What's the crime that we've committed?

Nothing, only that we're poor.


When I think of all the heartaches

And all the things that we've been through

Then I wonder how much longer

And what a workingman can do.


We will have to join the union

They will help us find a way

How to get a better living

And for our work get better pay.


Really, friends, it doesn't matter

Whether we are black or white

The only way we'll ever change things

Is to fight and fight and fight

Is to fight and fight and fight.