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| 2:12 | 
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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: CHORUS 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. CHORUS |
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| 2. |
| 1:29 | 
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| 3. |
| 2:55 |
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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 |
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| 4. |
| 2:06 |
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Which side are you on boys?
Which side are you on? Which side are you on boys? Which side are you on? They say in Harlan County There are no neutrals there. You'll either be a union man Or a thug for J. H. Blair. Which side are you on boys? Which side are you on? Which side are you on boys? Which side are you on? My dady was a miner, And I'm a miner's son, He'll be with you fellow workers Until this battle's won. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Oh workers can you stand it? Oh tell me how you can? Will you be a lousy scab Or will you be a man? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Come all you good workers, Good news to you I'll tell Of how the good old union Has come in here to dwell. Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? Which side are you on? |
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| 2:47 |
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| 6. |
| 3:05 |
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| 7. |
| 1:29 |
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Well it's C for Conscription,
C for Capitol Hill. C for Conscription, C for Capitol Hill. Hey, hey, hey And it's C for the Congress That passed that goddamn bill. Yodellayee Yeow! hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo. I'd rather be at home, Even sleeping in a holler log, I'd rather be here home, Even sleeping in a holler log. Than go to the army And be treated like a dirty dog! Yodellayee Yeow! hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo |
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| 8. |
| 2:40 |
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| 9. |
| 2:57 |
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| 10. |
| 2:49 |
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| 11. |
| 2:24 |
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It's gonna take everybody to win this war,
The butcher and the baker and the clerk in the store, The guys who sail the ships and the guys who run the trains, And the farmer raising wheat upon the Kansas plains. [Chorus after each verse:] The butcher, the baker, the tinker and the tailor, We'll all work behind the soldier and sailor, We're working in the cities, we're working in the woods, We'll all work together to deliver the goods. I got a new job and I'm working overtime, Turning out tanks on the assembly line, Got to crank up the factories like the president said, Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead. I bet this tank will look mighty fine, Punching holes in Mr. Hitler's line, And if Adolf wakes up after the raid, He'll find every piece of shrapnel says "Union made." From New York City to 'Frisco Bay, We're speeding up production every day, And every time a wheel goes 'round, It carries Mr. Hitler to the burying ground. Now me and my boss we never did agree, If a thing helped him, then it didn't help me, But when a burglar tries to bust into your house, You stop fighting with the landlord and throw him out |
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| 12. |
| 2:27 |
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| 13. |
| 1:50 |
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Casey Jones
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 |
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| 1:43 |
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| 15. |
| 2:38 |
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| 16. |
| 2:49 |
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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. Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Alamogordo, Bikini... No, the answer to it all isn't milit |
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| 3:03 |
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| 2:37 |
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