The panic is on lyrics

What this country is coming to

I sure would like to know

If they don't do something by and by

The rich will live and the poor will die

Doggone, I mean the panic is on

Can't get no work, can't draw no pay

Unemployment getting worser every day

Nothing to eat, no place to sleep

All night long folks walkin' the street

Doggone, I mean the panic is on

All the landlords done raised the rent

Folks that ain't broke is badly bent

Where they get dough from, goodness knows

But if they don't produce it in the street they goes

Doggone, I mean the panic is on

Some women are selling apples, some selling pies

Some selling gin and rye

Some selling socks to support their man

In fact, some are selling anything they can

Doggone, I mean the panic is on

I pawned my clothes and everything

Pawned my jewelry, watch, and my ring

Pawned my razor and my gun

So if luck don't change, there'll be some stealing done

Doggone, I mean the panic is on

Old Prohibition ruined everything

That's why I'm forced to sing

Here's one thing I want you all to to hear

Until they bring back light wine, gin, and beer

Doggone, the panic will be on