Tired, fatigued and hungry
A family in need The Migrant Mother thinking The children need to eat Traveling down a hard road Looking for some light The Migrant Mother searching For something good and right The search for work is endless Everyone is ill The Migrant Mother works To hold onto some good will Driving down the road again The tire gets a flat The Migrant Mother fearing There is no money for that Baby John is Hungry Sally Sue is cold The Migrant Mother trying To teach them to be bold Pa tells of better times Grandma tells of old The Migrant Mother tells a tale Of a place with streets of gold. |
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