Liza Jane
I got a girl in Arkansas, little Liza Jane,
She sleeps in her kitchen with her feet in the hall, little Liza Jane.
CHORUS:
Oh! Won't you... Oh! Eliza, little Liza Jane,
Oh! Won't you... Oh! Eliza, little Liza Jane.
I'm gonna marry her if I can...
She loves me 'cause I'm a union man...
Heard a speech by the President...
Wants to put me in a regiment...
I went to the draft and stood in line...
Now I'm a number 609...
Said in Congress yesterday...
"Take the right to strike away..."
They say that labor camps are fine...
To make the young folk toe the line...
I can't marry you today...
I can't afford it on my pay...
Cut the pay and raise the rents...
It's all for national defense...
Better make the government change its plan...
I aim to be a married man...
Dry your tears, get out your knittin'...
I don't aim to be no bundle for Britain...
Writer/s: Millard Lampell / Pete Seeger
