Rags: The New American Musical: Greenhorns

I remember summer evenings
 Sitting, you and I
 While the cranes were calling
 In the eastern sky
 Sometimes we don't love things
 'Till we tell them goodbye
 Oh my homeland
 My homeland
 Goodbye
 Anyone who's ever had tuberculosis
 Over here
 In this line
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 Anyone who has a white card
 White card?
 In the barge
 A barge?
 That means we're in! We made it!
 Now we're Americans!
 Get in the barge!
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 Long live Columbus!
 Long live Columbus!
 Long live Columbus!
 Christo-Christopher Columbus
 Another load of greenhorns fresh off the boat
 Another wave of refugees
 To fill the mills and factories
 A little grist
 For the capital system
 It's a bunch of greaseballs greasin' the wheels
 A little oil for the machine
 Greenhorns, let 'em come
 If we can get 'em while they're green
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 Greenhorns
 Greenhorns
 Greenhorns
 Who wants to pay for their manual labor?
 With a hunk of hunkies huntin' for jobs
 It takes a year to get 'em clean
 Greenhorns, ship 'em in
 They keep our pockets full of green
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 I'm supposed to meet my husband, Nathan Hershkovitz
 Have you seen him?
 Anybody here a tailor?
 He's about this tall with a mustache
 I'm a tailor
 You want a job in Tennessee, over here
 Nathan Hershkovitz. Have you seen him?
 Have you seen him?
 Another load of greenhorns fresh off the boat
 Another load of human dirt
 To sew the cuff on every shirt
 And help the rise
 Of free enterprise
 They call them wretched refuse, take in a whiff
 And you'll discover what they mean
 Greenhorns, heaps and lops
 But long as greenhorns work the shops
 Pick the crops
 Eat the slops
 Long live Columbus
 Grease the cops
 Long live Columbus
 The load of greenhorns never stops
 Let's keep America
 Long live America
 We'll keep America
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