(huey p. long/castro carazo)

Why weep or slumber america
Land of brave and true
With castles and clothing and food for all
All belongs to you

Evry man a king, evry man a king
For you can be a millionaire
But theres something belonging to others
Theres enough for all people to share
When its sunny june and december too
Or in the winter time or spring
Therell be peace without end
Evry neighbor a friend
With evry man a king