Freakons, Freakwater, Mekons - Dreadful Memories Lyrics

Dreadful memories, how they linger
How they ever pierce my soul
How we lived down in Kentucky
Died from hunger and from cold

Precious fathers, wearied mothers
Living in those dreadful shacks
Little children cold and hungry
With no clothing on their backs

Dreadful gun thugs and stool pigeons
Always flock around our door
What's the crime that we've committed?
Nothing, only that we're poor

All these memories, how they haunt me
Make me want to organize
Makes me want to help the workers
Make them open up their eyes

Dreadful memories, how they linger
How they ever haunt my soul
How we lived down in Kentucky
Died from hunger and from cold