Woody Guthrie “Old Man Trump”

“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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse]
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

[Chorus]
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”