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

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!

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
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

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
Green