Wall Dogs

Wall dogs, that’s what they
called ‘em
Great Depression on the land
Standing high up on a scaffold
Paint brush in a skillful hand
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Thirty feet up on red brick,
Tobacco Signs and such
Better love the work you’re
doing
FDR don’t pay too much
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lead paint in the heat of summer
barns and buildings on display
Paint the country as you see it
God bless the WPA

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Faded now like ghosts forgotten
lingering on downtown walls
Great art is where you find it
Easel, frame or holy hall