He's got Ammunition; Just Call it Socialism

There’s a selfish rich man who wants to keep it all
A man who lives for self alone and not others
When someone dares to complain; if they have the gall
He calls it socialism; not love of brothers


Jesus taught the disciples love God and neighbor
Which does not fit with selfish living dear rich man
A just wage is the price to pay those who labor
He calls that socialism and dodges God’s plan


We all pay taxes and have learned to pull our weight
But not the rich man; he finds a more selfish way
Congress gives him loopholes to pay a lower rate
He calls it socialism if he’s got to pay


If they call him greedy he’s got ammunition
Why should he share? That’s nothing but socialism

Our Mothers

Our first mother of all was Eve
She was young and very naive
Along came the snake
Her virtue to take
A target for him to deceive

And let’s not forget mother Ruth
A widow she was in her youth
After her weeping
Helped with the reaping
And gave up her idols for truth

Mother Mary she birthed our Lord
And her heart must surely have soared
She suffered great loss
He died on the cross
When he rose her joy was restored

Our earthly mothers gave us birth
A start to our life here on earth
They gave us a life
In peace or in strife
A life that God treasures with worth

Mother Jerusalem above
Heaven’s wondrous place we talk of
She is our mother
Our church of wonder
She’s the Bride that Jesus does love

Parody - King of my Soul (Tune: King of the Road)


Key G (starting note G)  gclef.png

G           C           D7         G
From heaven his descent to Beth-le-hem he went
         C            D7 N/C
No bed no door no desk he ain't got no plush address ah but
G          C                   D7            G
No sadness and no gloom just a very grateful joyful room
            C                     D7         G
I'm a man of means ‘cause He’s the King of my soul

               C           D7         G
Christmas star, candy cane, jubilation Jesus reigns
          C            D7 N/C
Jesus king of the Jews, I don't know of better news
       G           C            D7              G
I spoke old stories I have found none as good as Jesus crowned
            C                     D7         G
I'm a man of means ‘cause He’s the King of my soul

                                 C
I know churches far and near from China to Spain
D7                         G
All of the Christians they love him the same
                     C
Let every band out in every town
    D7
Sing merry songs that folks adopt from all around


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