Bank Man Blues

I came home to a paper
On the doormat of our porch
It said, “Pack your bags and sweep the floors
You don’t own this anymore
Since you can’t pay the money back
We gave you years ago
The Bank Man is gonna take your home.”


Well my good-for-nothing father
Left my momma on her own
To feed a hungry family
And pay off the loan
She loved us so
But you can’t live on love alone
The Bank Man is gonna take our home
 

We took all we could carry
From that dusty little house
They notified and justified
And showed us the way out
On Christmas Eve we stood in the street
And watched him change the lock
And every single memory
Washed like drawings made of chalk
And I can’t help but think
All I gotta do is knock…

 

© Rachel Sumner BMI