RENT

YOU WANT MY DAUGHTER,
BUT I ASKED YOU ONCE BEFORE
WHAT YOU GONNA DO
WHEN THERE IS TODDLERS ON THE FLOOR?

COAL BIN EMPTY
AND THE MEAL ALL GONE,
THEN I'LL HEAR YOU
SINGING A HARD LUCK SONG.

WELL WHAT YOU GOING TO SAY,
HOW YOU GOING TO PAY,
WHAT YOU GOING TO DO
WHEN THE RENT COMES DUE?

COLD WIND WHISTLING
THROUGH THE CRACKS IN THE FLOOR,
OLD WOLF SNARLING
AT YOUR OLD FRONT DOOR.

YOUR CREDIT NO GOOD
AND YOUR HEALTH ALL GONE,
IT'S THEN YOU'LL BE SINGING
THIS HARD LUCK SONG.

OH, HOW WILL I PAY,
OH, WHAT WILL I SAY,
WHAT WILL I DO
WHEN THE RENT COMES DUE?

LANDLORD HAMMERING
AT YOUR OLD FRONT DOOR,
" I WANT MY MONEY,
I TOLD YOU BEFORE."

" YOU GET MY MONEY
OR I'LL KICK YOU IN THE STREET,
YOU OWE ME THAT MONEY
AND A MAN HAS GOT TO EAT."

AND IT'S THEN, YOUNG MAN,
WHEN THE LANDLORD'S GONE
THAT I'LL HEAR Y0U SINGING
THIS HARD LUCK SONG.

OH, HOW WILL I PAY,
WHAT WILL I SAY,
WHAT WILL I DO
NOW THE RENT HAS COME DUE?

(Elizabeth Harmon)

Elizabeth Harmon is my mother, your Great Grandmother.
You are welcome to use them. She wrote this when my
brother said he was getting married and he had no job,
no money, or a place to live. But he made good over
time. Died at 60 a wealthy man. He was a master
electrician for the city of Portland, Oregon. And a
general contractor.