This song, first appearing in the People's Song Book, depicts the story of the class struggle between the Pennies and the Greenbacks.

Song of the Pennies (1946)
By Norman Franklin and Henry Foner

I 

The pennies of the nation spoke
One day in words a-glist’nin’.
The pennies are the working folk,
Their words make powerful list’nin.’ 
They don’t get much time for talking
While they do the country’s chores.
But whenever they start speaking up,
The Greenbacks better pause.. 

Chorus: 

So sang the pennies –
So sang the pennies –
We’re a heads-up bunch of fellers,
And we won’t be turnin’ tail.
We don’t get much on the market,
But our souls are not for sale –
But we won’t be goin’ a-jinglin’
Down a crooked, two-bit trail. 

II 

We pennies aren’t all the same,
There’s fat ones and there’s lean ones.
And some are black and some are white,
And some are in-between ones. 
But whatever our denomination,
You can rest content:
When it comes to smellin’ Greenbacks,
We’ve a universal scent. 

Repeat Chorus: 

IIII 

But no matter what the problems are,
The pennies’ stayin’ with them.
The pennies keep a-rollin’ with
An ever-swifter rhythm. 
Servin’ notice that the Greenbacks
Better drop their ill intents,
‘Cause for every single Greenback,
There’s a hundred fightin’ cents. 

Repeat Chorus: 

Herein assembled is one big family,  
Met in the happy shade of Maybe’s family tree.  
I’m the minstrel chosen to sing the family song –  
Forgive me if I make some changes as I go along.  
I had he music all twisted upside down,  
And where it said, “Stand like a man,”  
I crawled upon the ground.  
The lesson was a hard one – I learned it kind of late –  
But family hear me sing it now –  
At last, I think I’ve got it straight.

Chorus:

If you add up all the fifty thousand things on every floor,  
You’ve got fifty thousand items, but you haven’t got a store.  
Take away the people, the whole thing falls apart.  
For without the touch of the worker’s hand,  
The store is without a heart.  
It takes the cleaners and stenographers,  
And the folks on the stockroom crew.  
And the thousand-and-one who make the big store run  
In whatever the job they do.

II

If you add a thousand workers, but they’re each one for himself,  
You’ve got just a thousand items like the items on a shelf.  
Take away the union – the whole thing falls apart.  
For without the help of the union/s hand,  
You’re finished before you start.  
It takes the people in a single plan  
To fight for the common good.  
And if there’s gonna be a happy family,  
It’s in union brotherhood.