They’re gonna pay me MONEY!

so… as I have said, the jeffinalabama family is moving to south america… have,t said that, but we are.

Apparently, I might be asked to cross picket lines.

My answer to this below the fold.

Like I can cross a picket line. I’m damn near 50, and I’m “Stickin to the union.’

Hell. they can kill me bit they can’t eat me. Unions,. or ‘syndicatos’, are as much to mer asd breath itself. I been shot at and hit, and shit at and missed…

You can’t scare me I”m stickin’ with the union!

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  1. Or not, but please tell me why.

  2. Corn in the fields.

    Listen to the rice when the wind blows ‘cross the water,

    King harvest has surely come.

    I work for the union ’cause she’s so good to me;

    And I’m bound to come out on top,

    That’s where I should be.

    I will hear ev’ry word the boss may say,

    For he’s the one who hands me down my pay.

    Looks like this time I’m gonna get to stay,

    I’m a union man, now, all the way.

    The smell of the leaves,

    From the magnolia trees in the meadow,

    King harvest has surely come.

    Dry summer, then comes fall,

    Which I depend on most of all.

    Hey, rainmaker, can’t you hear my call?

    Please let these crops grow tall.

    Long enough I’ve been up on skid row

    King Harvest (Has Surely Come) lyrics on

    And it’s plain to see, I’ve nothin to show.

    I’m glad to pay those union dues,

    Just don’t judge me by my shoes.

    Scarecrow and a yellow moon,

    And pretty soon a carnival on the edge of town,

    King harvest has surely come.

    Last year, this time, wasn’t no joke,

    My whole barn went up in smoke.

    My horse jethro, well he went mad

    And I can’t remember things bein’ so bad.

    Then there comes a man with a paper and a pen

    Tellin’ us our hard times are about to end.

    And then, if they don’t give us what we like

    He said, men, that’s when you gotta go on strike.



    Corn in the fields.

    Listen to the rice when the wind blows ‘cross the water,

    King harvest has surely come.

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