Striking a Chord: “Rich Men North of Richmond”

Russell Michaels

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  1. Chip Daniels
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    says:

    I’ve come to dislike the term “populism” because what it really means is drawing a boundary around some group and declaring them to be The People, while everyone outside the boundary are UnPeople, unworthy of fair treatment or blind justice.

    Even as much as I criticize the billionaire class, Elon Musk and the Koch brother are entitled to full constitutional rights.

    This is important; Its easy to get all Woody Guthrie’d up and make loose bar talk about who needs to be against the wall, but the small-L liberal ideal is that everyone is accepted, everyone is shown respect and tolerance.

    Which brings me to this song.

    The songwriter is very carefully drawing a boundary line around himself, and his buddies at work, and few other people, but has nothing but sneering contempt for those above and below him on the socioeconomic ladder.

    A Wall Street hedge fund manager and overweight single mom treating her children to snack foods are both villains, unworthy of his respect or equal treatment.
    The writer begs for the sympathy he refuses to extend.Report

  2. Slade the Leveller
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    says:

    Here are the lyrics to the song in question in this essay:

    “Rich Men North Of Richmond”

    I’ve been sellin’ my soul, workin’ all day
    Overtime hours for bullshit pay
    So I can sit out here and waste my life away
    Drag back home and drown my troubles away

    It’s a damn shame what the world’s gotten to
    For people like me and people like you
    Wish I could just wake up and it not be true
    But it is, oh, it is

    Livin’ in the new world
    With an old soul
    These rich men north of Richmond
    Lord knows they all just wanna have total control
    Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do
    And they don’t think you know, but I know that you do
    ‘Cause your dollar ain’t shit and it’s taxed to no end
    ‘Cause of rich men north of Richmond

    I wish politicians would look out for miners
    And not just minors on an island somewhere
    Lord, we got folks in the street, ain’t got nothin’ to eat
    And the obese milkin’ welfare

    Well, God, if you’re 5-foot-3 and you’re 300 pounds
    Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds
    Young men are puttin’ themselves six feet in the ground
    ‘Cause all this damn country does is keep on kickin’ them down

    Lord, it’s a damn shame what the world’s gotten to
    For people like me and people like you
    Wish I could just wake up and it not be true
    But it is, oh, it is

    Livin’ in the new world
    With an old soul
    These rich men north of Richmond
    Lord knows they all just wanna have total control
    Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do
    And they don’t think you know, but I know that you do
    ‘Cause your dollar ain’t shit and it’s taxed to no end
    ‘Cause of rich men north of Richmond

    I’ve been sellin’ my soul, workin’ all day
    Overtime hours for bullshit pay

    My reading of this little ditty is it’s very Guthrieesque until you get to the fudge rounds part, which is what caused the controversy in the first place.Report

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