The Little Ones - There's A Pot A Brewin' lyrics

Ol' mornin' crimson dawn There's a creek now on the floor Do the paupers sleep tonight? Do the children read or write? There's a pot a brewin' A beat-up cup for fillin' Now the paper is sayin' That are polls are shiftin' Our train's ahead And its patrons have been so mislead Judges play gypsy roles Cherry pickin' while the gentleman falls, oh, oh Achin' prophets scurry south Tangled up in all their vows They can hear us from the street It's a shame we can't retreat You see the road is seasoned With the bows of treason Painted wagons are gleamin' While the dust is settlin' Our train's ahead And its patrons have been so mislead Judges play gypsy roles Cherry pickin' while the gentleman falls, oh, oh Cherry pickin' while the gentleman falls, oh, oh There's a pot a brewin'