Well I lived in a town. Way down south. By the name of Owensboro. And I worked in a mill. With the rest of the â€œtrashâ€. As weâ€™re often called. As you know. Well we rise up early. In the morning. And we work all day real hard. To buy our little meat and bread. Buy sugar tea and lard. Well our children. Grow up unlearned. With no time to go to school. Almost before they learn to walk. They learn to spin and spoon. Well the folks in town. They dress so fine. And spend their money free. But they would hardly look. At a factory hand. Who dresses like you or me. Would you let them wear. Their watches fine. Let them wear their gems. And pearly strings. But when that day. Of judgement comes. Theyâ€™ll have to share.