Woody Guthrie - Old Man Trump lyrics

I suppose that Old Man Trump knows just how much racial hate He stirred up in that bloodpot of human hearts When he drawed that color line Here at his Beach Haven family project Beach Haven ain't my home! No, I just can't pay this rent! My money's down the drain And my soul is badly bent! Beach Haven is Trump's Tower Where no black folks come to roam No, no, Old Man Trump! Old Beach Haven ain't my home! I'm calling out my welcome to you and your man both Welcoming you here to Beach Haven To love in any way you please and to have some kind of a decent place To have your kids raised up in Beach Haven ain't my home! No, I just can't pay this rent! My money's down the drain And my soul is badly bent! Beach Haven is Trump's Tower Where no black folks come to roam No, no, Old Man Trump! Old Beach Haven ain't my home!