Talking Union

If you want higher wages, let me tell you what to do;

You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you;

You got to build you a union, got to make it strong,

But if you all stick together, now, ‘twont he long.

You’ll get shorter hours,

Better working conditions.

Vacations with pay,

Take your kids to the seashore.

It ain’t quite this simple, so I better explain

Just why you got to ride on the union train;

‘Cause if you wait for the boss to raise your pay,

We’ll all be waiting till Judgment Day;

We’ll all he buried – gone to Heaven –

Saint Peter’ll be the straw boss then.

Now, you know you’re underpaid, hut the boss says you ain’t;

He speeds up the work till you’re ’bout to faint,

You may he down and out, but you ain’t beaten,

Pass out a leaflet and call a meetin’

Talk it over – speak your mind –

Decide to do something about it.

‘Course, the boss may persuade some poor damn fool

To go to your meeting and act like a stool;

But you can always tell a stool, though – that’s a fact;

He’s got a yellow streak running down his back;

He doesn’t have to stool – he’ll always make a good living

On what he takes out of blind men’s cups.

You got a union now; you’re sitting pretty;

Put some of the boys on the steering committee.

The boss won’t listen when one man squawks.

But he’s got to listen when the union talks.

He better –

He’ll be mighty lonely one of these days.

Suppose they’re working you so hard it’s just outrageous,

They’re paying you all starvation wages;

You go to the boss, and the boss would yell,

“Before I’d raise your pay I’d see you all in Hell.”

Well, he’s puffing a big see-gar and feeling mighty slick,

He thinks he’s got your union licked.

He looks out the window, and what does he see

But a thousand pickets, and they all agree

He’s a bastard – unfair – slave driver –

Bet he beats his own wife.

Now, boy, you’ve come to the hardest time;

The boss will try to bust your picket line.

He’ll call out the police, the National Guard;

They’ll tell you it’s a crime to have a union card.

They’ll raid your meeting, hit you on the head.

Call every one of you a goddamn Red –

Unpatriotic – Moscow agents –

Bomb throwers, even the kids.

But out in Detroit here’s what they found,

And out in Frisco here’s what they found,

And out in Pittsburgh here’s what they found,

And down in Bethlehem here’s what they found,

That if you don’t let Red-baiting break you up,

If you don’t let stool pigeons break you up,

If you don’t let vigilantes break you up,

And if you don’t let race hatred break you up –

You’ll win. What I mean,

Take it easy – but take it!


    • RiaD on February 26, 2011 at 10:53 pm

    old crow medicine show

  1. which of course is NOT of course in the Lamestream news cycles that echo into the blogosphere of second veil conventional left vs right political propaganda discussions.   My corpo-fascistic check from the temp company tells “My” bank to “call to verify” before cashing my payroll check which means assholes can and do make up their own fucking policy on the fly unimpeaded by drooling lowly US government globalist wannabes.  It is the China employee barracks and the Wall Street opportunities for financial gains from Vietnam to the maquiladoras and green septic system waste pools of sanctioned US industry deliberate exports well before carbon footprint scamming mandatory unicorn flu shot don’t touch my junk Katrina BP oil spill dying bees and blackbirds became chemtrail enabled HAARP Tea Party Overton Deep Political UFO Hopi Indian prophecies.

    Yeehaw, now I know nobody understood that one!

Comments have been disabled.