I was a child of the Great Depression
 it shaped me for the rest of my life,
 dirt poor, white  trash, were the labels I wore
 I had one good dress
 all the seams were in place
 don't let it get dirty
 minded mama
it's your best and we can't give you more
 learning to accept without question 
that's what I did
 always on the go traveling here and there
so many schools , new faces,
 from the age of 4 to 14, just acquiesce,
I wondered where and when would it  end
 mama and daddy with their sweet smiles
always made me feel so special
 we would travel far on a dusty train for me to ride
pretty grandma knitting her colorful sweaters
 sang me lullabies When Irish eyes are smiling
sleep baby sleep don't cry
 that's a Russian lullaby.
 your mama will hold you and keep you safe
 your daddy will always be your support
 love will come hard ,but you will endure
yes I was child of the Great Depression
 I wouldn't change it for the world.