A Letter From Harry’s Mother Songtext
von Emily Skinner, Monica Tulia Ramirez, Jenna Bainbridge & Shaina Taub

Dear Harry
I′ve never sent a telegram before
I drove all the way to town in a down part
So, I sure hope this reaches you in time before your vote today
I'm really proud you own that office
And son, there′s something I must say


Your father gave his life in the great war three years ago
I know I'll be kicked out of McMinn County for saying so
I hate this president for making him go
And I wish I'd have the right to vote him out
Now I know I′m just an old farmer′s widow milking cows in Tennessee
But I've read the paper, and I′ve seen the women marching to be free
They make me think that maybe I can hop the train to Washington, DC and march too

Only I was home raising you
So, I did my best to teach you what I knew
Now your own little girl is nearly three
What do you want her future to be?
Vote aye for her, my son
Let your mama know she raised a good one
And oh, I made that meatloaf you like
So come on home when you're done


Burn? Burn?
For Christ′s sake, burn!
Aye, we did it
With lots of love
Mama