Fifty cents, by Allison McCulloch

Fifty cents

   
The company took fifty cents out of my pay
They told me I could leave or stay
But for them to keep us all on
And not go overdrawn
The company took fifty cents out of my pay

How will we buy butter for our bread?
Weíll have to have it plain instead
Mama already scrubs floors
And cannot work much more
So How will we buy butter for our bread?

Itís a cold, cold winter coming on
I pray it wonít be too harsh or long
I know your coat is badly torn
But it will have to keep you warm
Though Itís a cold, cold winter coming on

The company took fifty cents out of my pay
They told me I could leave or stay
But for them to keep us all on
And not go overdrawn
The company took fifty cents out of my pay


(Repeat chorus)
© 1/10/00 Allison McCulloch

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