Lyrics by: Nancy Hatcher and Kay Pitts, Fresno Gaggle

We stand upon the corner but the cars go right on by
We see the people watching us but they avoid our eyes
We hold out signs, hope for a coin, for food and for supplies
But the people think we lie.
I’m not afraid to work, you see; I’ve worked most of my life.
But I fell upon some hard times and now all I know is strife
The doors keep closing in my face; I haven’t got a chance
To hold up my head with pride

CHORUS 1:
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
We know how to stick it to you
We’ll take all your possessions and we’ll drive you all away
And you’ll just disappear.

I’m worried about my family; my kids live in a car
My spouse cries every day and night; no money in the jar.
We live on change and handouts from some people we don’t know
And we just don’t get very far.
We stand quietly and wait our turn at soup lines in the park
We’re grateful for the food and clothes and stay until it’s dark
And then we turn and slowly make our way back to our tarp
And we feel that life’s not fair.
We go to bed each night and lie awake ‘cuz we can’t sleep
Not knowing if our tents and tarps will be put in the street
It’s freezing cold, it’s raining hard or swelt’ring in the heat.
It’s impossible to sleep.

Repeat CHORUS 1

Mine eyes have seen the ‘dozers as they come on down the street
We really can’t believe it ‘cuz we’re barely on our feet.
The dump trucks simply haul away the few things that we own.
And we’re homeless once again.
We’d like to have a real bed so that we can safely sleep
A roof to shelter all of us, some water and some heat
A shower would be wonderful, I wouldn’t feel so beat.
If I just had a place to call home.

CHORUS 2:
We don’t like your Hallelujah!
And we know how to stick it to ya’!
We’ll ‘doze you out of office when we’re In the voting booth.
And you’ll just disappear!