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Si Kahn | Talking Union Lyrics (Carry It On, Songs of Americas Working People)

  • Artist: Si Kahn
  • Album: Carry It On, Songs of Americas Working People


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 wont be long.
You get shorter hours, better working conditions,
Vacations with pay. Take your kids to the seashore.

It aint 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,
Well all be a-waitin til Judgment Day.
Well all be buried, gone to heaven,
St. Peterll be the straw boss then.

Now you know youre underpaid but the boss says you aint;
He speeds up the work til youre bout to faint.
You may be down and out, but you aint 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, thats a fact,
Hes got a yaller streak a-runnin down his back.
He doesnt have to stool, hell always get along
On what he takes out of blind mens cups.

You got a union now, and youre sittin pretty,
Put some of the boys on the steering committee.
The boss wont listen when one guy squawks,
But hes got to listen when the union talks.
Hed better, be mighty lonely
Everybody decide to walk out on him.

Suppose theyre working you so hard its just outrageous
And theyre paying you all starvation wages.
You go to the boss and the boss would yell,
"Before I raise your pay Id see you all in hell."
Well, hes puffing a big seegar, feeling mighty slick
Cause he thinks hes got your union licked.
Well, he looks out the window and what does he see
But a thousand pickets, and they all agree:
Hes a bastard, unfair, slavedriver,
Bet he beats his wife

Now, boys, youve come to the hardest time.
The boss will try to bust your picket line.
Hell call out the police, the National Guard,
Theyll tell you its a crime to have a union card.
Theyll raid your meetin, theyll hit you on the head,
Theyll call every one of you a goddam red,
Unpatriotic, Japanese spies, sabotaging national defense

But out at Ford, heres what they found,
And out at Vultee, heres what they found,
And out at Allis-Chalmers, heres what they found,
And down at Bethlehem, heres what they found:
That if you dont let red-baiting break you up,
And if you dont let stoolpigeons break you up,
And if you dont let vigilantes break you up,
And if you dont let race hatred break you up,
Youll win. What I mean, take it easy, but take it


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