There's A Pot A Brewin' - The Little Ones

Ol' mornin' crimson dawn

There’s a creek now on the floor

Do the paupers sleep tonight?

Do the children read or write?

There’s a pot a brewin'

A beat-up cup for fillin'

Now the paper is sayin'

That are polls are shiftin'

Our train’s ahead

And its patrons have been so mislead

Judges play gypsy roles

Cherry pickin' while the gentleman falls, oh, oh

Achin' prophets scurry south

Tangled up in all their vows

They can hear us from the street

It’s a shame we can’t retreat

You see the road is seasoned

With the bows of treason

Painted wagons are gleamin'

While the dust is settlin'

Our train’s ahead

And its patrons have been so mislead

Judges play gypsy roles

Cherry pickin' while the gentleman falls, oh, oh

Cherry pickin' while the gentleman falls, oh, oh

There’s a pot a brewin'