Lyrics Banks of the Marble - Pete Seeger

I′ve travelled around this country
From shore to shining shore
And it really makes me wonder
What the world is coming to
I see the weary farmer
Just plowing up the loam
And I see the auction hammer
A'selling off his home
But the banks are made of marble
With a guard at every door
And the vaults are made of silver
That the workers sweated for