50여년이 넘는 세월 동안 피트 시거는 노동자, 시민의 권리, 보다 좋은 세상을 향한 평화와 희망의 메시지를 자신의 노래를 통해 표현해왔다. 1950년대와 60년대 히트작들을 모아놓은 이 앨범에는 피트가 연주하는 5현 밴조와 12현 기타의 음색을 감상할 수 있으며, 피트의 할아버지인 로드리게스의 음성을 접할 수 있다.
Come all you rounders If you want to hear The story of a brave engineer Casey Jones Was the rounder's name On the big six wheeler Boys he made his fame
Well the caller called Casey 'bout half past four He kissed his wife At the station door He stepped into the cabin With the orders in his hand Said I'm gonna to take my trip To the promised land
Casey Jones Stepped into the cabin Casey Jones Orders in his hand Casey Jones Stepped into the cabin Said I'm gonna to take my trip To the promised land
He looked at the water and The water was low He looked at his watch His watch was slow He looked at the fireman The fire and said Boy we're gonna reach Bristol But we'll all be dead
Casey pulled up That Reno hill He blew at the crossing With an awful shrill The switchman knew By the engine's moan That the man at the throttle Was Casey Jones
Casey got to that certain place Old Number Nine Stared him straight in the face He said to the fireman Boy, you'd better jump Cause there are 2 locomotives And they're bound to bump
Casey Jones Two locomotives Casey Jones And they're bound to bump Casey Jones Two locomotives Two locomotives And they're bound to bump
Well, Mrs. Casey Jones She sat there on the bed She got the telegram That her poor husband was dead She said Go to bed children And hush your cryin' You got another poppa on the Salt Lake line
Casey Jones Got another poppa Casey Jones On the Salt Lake Line Casey Jones Got another poppa You got another poppa On the Salt Lake Line
Now, 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, boys, it won't be long You 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 a-waitin' 'til Judgment Day We'll all be buried, gone to heaven St. Peter'll be the straw boss then
Now you know you're underpaid but the boss says you ain't He speeds up the work 'til you're 'bout to faint You may be down and out, but you ain't beaten You can pass out a leaflet and call a meetin' Talk it over, speak your mind Decide to do somethin' about it
Course, the boss may persuade some poor damn fool To go to your meetin' and act like a stool But you can always tell a stool, though, that's a fact He's got a yaller streak a-runnin' down his back He doesn't have to stool, he'll always get along On what he takes out of blind men's cups
You got a union now, and you're sittin' pretty Put some of the boys on the steering committee The boss won't listen when one guy squawks But he's got to listen when the union talks He'd better, be mighty lonely Everybody decide to walk out on him
Suppose they're working you so hard it's just outrageous And they're paying you all starvation wages You go to the boss and the boss would yell "Before I raise your pay I'd see you all in hell." Well, he's puffing a big cigar, feeling mighty slick 'Cause he thinks he's got your union licked Well, he looks out the window and what does he see But a thousand pickets, and they all agree He's a bastard, unfair, slavedriver Bet he beats his wife
Now, boys, 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 meetin', they'll hit you on the head They'll call every one of you a goddam red Unpatriotic, Japanese spies, sabotaging national defense
But out at Ford, here's what they found And out at Vultee, here's what they found And out at Allis-Chalmers, here's what they found And down at Bethlehem, here's what they found That if you don't let red-baiting break you up And if you don't let stoolpigeons break you up And 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
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he.
"The Copper Bosses killed you Joe, they shot you Joe" says I. "Takes more than guns to kill a man" Says Joe "I didn't die" Says Joe "I didn't die"
"In Salt Lake City, Joe," says I, Him standing by my bed, "They framed you on a murder charge," Says Joe, "But I ain't dead," Says Joe, "But I ain't dead."
And standing there as big as life and smiling with his eyes. Says Joe "What they can never kill went on to organize, went on to organize"
From San Diego up to Maine, in every mine and mill, Where working men defend their rights, it's there you find Joe Hill, it's there you find Joe Hill!
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, alive as you and me. Says I "But Joe, you're ten years dead" "I never died" said he, "I never died" said he.
There once was a union maid, she never was afraid Of goons and ginks and company finks and the deputy sheriffs who made the raid. She went to the union hall when a meeting it was called, And when the Legion boys come 'round She always stood her ground.
CHORUS: Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the union. Oh, you can't scare me, I'm sticking to the union, I'm sticking to the union 'til the day I die. This union maid was wise to the tricks of company spies, She couldn't be fooled by a company stool, she'd always organize the guys. She always got her way when she struck for better pay. She'd show her card to the National Guard And this is what she'd say:
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You gals who want to be free, just take a tip from me; Get you a man who's a union man and join the ladies' auxiliary. Married life ain't hard when you got a union card, A union man has a happy life when he's got a union wife.
When the union's inspiration through the workers' blood shall run, There can be no power greater anywhere beneath the sun; Yet what force on earth is weaker than the feeble strength of one, But the union makes us strong. CHORUS: Solidarity forever, Solidarity forever, Solidarity forever, For the union makes us strong. Is there aught we hold in common with the greedy parasite, Who would lash us into serfdom and would crush us with his might? Is there anything left to us but to organize and fight? For the union makes us strong. It is we who plowed the prairies; built the cities where they trade; Dug the mines and built the workshops, endless miles of railroad laid; Now we stand outcast and starving midst the wonders we have made; But the union makes us strong. All the world that's owned by idle drones is ours and ours alone. We have laid the wide foundations; built it skyward stone by stone. It is ours, not to slave in, but to master and to own. While the union makes us strong. They have taken untold millions that they never toiled to earn, But without our brain and muscle not a single wheel can turn. We can break their haughty power, gain our freedom when we learn That the union makes us strong. In our hands is placed a power greater than their hoarded gold, Greater than the might of armies, magnified a thousand-fold. We can bring to birth a new world from the ashes of the old For the union makes us strong.
Where have all the flowers gone, Long time passing, Where have all the flowers gone, Long time ago Where have all the flowers gone, Young girls picked them every one When will they ever learn When will they ever learn Where have all the young girls gone, Long time passing, Where have all the young girls gone, Long time ago, Where have all the young girls gone, gone to young men every one When will they ever learn When will they ever learn Where have all the young men gone, Long time passing, Where have all the young men gone, Long time ago, Where have all the young men gone, gone to soldiers every one, When will they ever learn When will they ever learn Where have all the soldiers gone, Long time passing, Where have all the soldiers gone, Long time ago, Where have all the soldiers gone, Gone to graveyards every one When will they ever learn When will they ever learn Where have all the graveyards gone, Long time passing, Where have all the graveyards gone, Long time ago, Where have all the graveyards gone, Gone to flowers every one When will they ever learn When will they ever learn
Well, I'm gonna preach you a sermon 'bout Old Man Atom, I don't mean the Adam in the Bible datum. I don't mean the Adam that Mother Eve mated, I mean that thing that science liberated. Einstein says he's scared, And when Einstein's scared, I'm scared. Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Alamogordo, Bikini...
Here's my moral, plain as day, Old Man Atom is here to stay. He's gonna hang around, it's plain to see, But, ah, my dearly beloved, are we? We hold these truths to be self-evident All men may be cremated equal.
Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- here's my text Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- Lordy, who'll be next.
The science guys, from every clime, They all pitched in with overtime. Before they knew it, the job was done; They'd hitched up the power of the gosh-darn sun, They put a harness on Old Sol, Splittin' atoms, while the diplomats was splittin' hairs . . .
Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- what'll we do? Hiroshima, Nagasaki -- they both went up the blue.
Then the cartel crowd put on a show To turn back the clock on the UNO, To get a corner on atoms and maybe extinguish Every darned atom that can't speak English. Down with foreign-born atoms! Yes, Sir!
Hiroshima, Nagasaki...
But the atom's international, in spite of hysteria, Flourishes in Utah, also Siberia. And whether you're white, black, red or brown, The question is this, when you boil it down: To be or not to be! That is the question. . . Atoms to atoms, and dust to dust, If the world makes A-bombs, something's bound to bust.
Me and my wife went all over town And everywhere we went people turned us down Lord, in a bourgeois town It's a bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues Gonna spread the news all around
Home of the brave, land of the free I don't wanna be mistreated by no bourgeoisie Lord, in a bourgeois town Uhm, the bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues Gonna spread the news all around
Well, me and my wife we were standing upstairs We heard the white man say "I don't want no niggers up there" Lord, in a bourgeois town Uhm, bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues Gonna spread the news all around
Well, them white folks in Washington they know how To call a colored man a nigger just to see him bow Lord, it's a bourgeois town Uhm, the bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues Gonna spread the news all around
I tell all the colored folks to listen to me Don't try to find you no home in Washington, DC 'Cause it's a bourgeois town Uhm, the bourgeois town I got the bourgeois blues Gonna spread the news all around
There's a river of my people And its flow is swift and strong, Flowing to some mighty ocean, Though its course is deep and long. Flowing to some mighty ocean, Though its course is deep and long.
Many rocks and reefs and mountains Seek to bar it from its way. But relentlessly this river Seeks its brothers in the sea. But relentlessly this river Seeks its brothers in the sea.
You will find us in the mainstream, Steering surely through the foam, Far beyond the raging waters We can see our certain home. Far beyond the raging waters We can see our certain home.
For we have mapped this river And we know its mighty force And the courage that this gives us Will hold us to our course. And the courage that this gives us Will hold us to our course.
Oh, river of my people, Together we must go, Hasten onward to that meeting Where my brothers wait I know. Hasten onward to that meeting Where my sisters wait I know.
Ah, my God what is this land of America? So many people travelling there I will go too for I am still young God the Lord will grant me good luck there
You, my wife stay here 'til you hear from me When you get my letter, put everything in order Mount a raven black steed, a horse like the wind Fly across the ocean to join me here
Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire Only his grave, his blood did she find Over it, bitterly she cried
Ah, my husband, what've you done to this family of yours? What can you say to these children, to these children you've orphaned? Tell them my wife not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me Tell them I lie here, in the American land
Tomorrow is a highway broad and fair, And we are the many who'll travel there. Tomorrow is a highway broad and fair, And we are the workers who'll build it there; And we will build it there.
Come, let us build a way for all mankind, A way to leave this evil year behind, To travel onward to a better year Where love is, and there will be no fear, Where love is and no fear.
Now is the shadowed year when evil men, When men of evil thunder war again. Shall tyrants once again be free to tread, Above our most brave and honored dead? Our brave and honored dead.
O, comrades, come and travel on with me, We'll go to our new year of liberty. Come, walk upright, along the people's way, From darkness, unto the people's day. From dark, to sunlit day. Tomorrow is a highway broad and fair And hate and greed shall never travel there But only they who've learned the peaceful way Of brotherhood, to greet the coming day. We hail the coming day.
Oh had I a golden thread And a needle so fine I would weave a magic spell Of rainbow design Of rainbow design
In it I would weave the courage Of women giving birth And in it I would weave the innocence Of the children of all the earth Children of all the earth
Won't you show my brothers and sisters My rainbow design 'Cause I I would bind up this sorry world With hand and my heart and mind Oh hand and heart and mind
Oh had I a golden thread And a needle so fine I I would weave a magic spell Of rainbow design Of rainbow design Oh oh oh
Chorus: We'll all be a-doubling, a-doubling, a-doubling We'll all be a-doubling in thirty-two years. We'll all be a-doubling, a-doubling, a-doubling We'll all be a-doubling in thirty-two years.
Two times two is four! Two times four is eight! Two times eight is sixteen And the hour is getting late!
Two times sixteen is thirty-two, Twice that is sixty-four; Next comes a hundred twenty-eight, And do you want to hear more?
Next comes two hundred fifty-six, Twice that five hundred and twelve; Next, one thousand twenty-four, Just figure it out yourself.
Keep doubling ten generations, You can have children over a million. Keep going another twenty, Your children would be over a trillion.
Give it another three hundred years, Your children number a billion; Keep doubling another millennium, You can have another quadrillion.
For two thousand years we been praying O Lord, deliver me please. The Lord helps them that helps themselves We better get off our knees.
Either people are going to have to get smaller Or the world's going to have to get bigger; Or there's a couple other possibilities, I'll leave it to you to figure.
I know I shouldn't a been born! I was my mama's third child; But now I'm hollering around the world, And I drive the Birchers wild!