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A note on language: many of these songs are very old, and were written by activists with an incomplete
understanding of race, gender, intersectionality and privilege (among other things). The organizers feel it
is important to preserve and pass on this music while acknowledging and correcting these blind spots.
We have identified and tweaked (or replaced) problematic lyrics whenever it was possible to do so while
preserving the integrity and rhyme scheme of the song. We welcome any and all suggestions for how we
can make further revisions, and encourage you to sing (or not sing) whatever words you’d like.
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A Las Barricadas (song of the Spanish Anarchists)
A las Barricadas!
A las Barricadas!
por el triunfo
de la Confederacion.
C
I worked my whole life making somebody rich,
F G
I busted my ass for that son of a bitch!
F C
Then he left me to die like a dog in a ditch
Am G C
And told me I’m all used up.
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For pennies they’re bought and for promises sold--
What’s left when they’re all used up?
All You Fascists Bound to Lose (Woody Guthrie; additional verses by Billy Bragg)
CHORUS:
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All you fascists bound to lose,
All you fascists bound to lose,
All you fascists bound to lose,
You’re bound to lose, you fascists, bound to lose!
CHORUS
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C F
‘Twas me and me cousin one Arthur McBride,
Am C F
And we went a walking down by the seaside;
C F Am C
In search of good fortune and what would betide,
F G
The day being Christmas morning.
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This line was altered by the editor to fit modern political circumstances.
2
This protest song first emerged out of Ireland in the mid-19th century. It was likely in response to the Napoleonic
wars.
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He says "me young fellows if you will enlist,
It's ten guineas in gold I will slip in your fist.
And a crown in the bargain, to kick up the dust,
To drink the King's health in the morning.
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"And temper your steel in the morning!"
D G D
I was a miner, I was a docker
G D Bm A
I was a railway man between the wars.
D G D
I raised a family in times of austerity
G D Bm A D
With sweat at the foundry, between the wars.
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Go tell the young men never to fight again
Bring up the banners from days gone by
Sweet moderation, heart of this nation--
Desert us not, we are between the wars.
C G
As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day,
C Am G
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,
C Am G
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
C Am F GC
For the people hear us singing: "Bread and roses! Bread and roses!"
E A
The workers on the S. P. line to strike sent out a call.
E A B
But Casey Jones, the engineer, he wouldn't strike at all.
E
His boiler it was leaking, and its drivers on the bum,
A B E
And his engine and its bearings, they were all out of plumb.
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Casey Jones kept his junk pile running;
Casey Jones was working double time;
Casey Jones got a wooden medal
For being good and faithful on the S. P. line.
The workers said to Casey: "Won't you help us win this strike?"
But Casey said: "Let me alone, you'd better take a hike."
Then Casey’s engine hit a pile of ties upon the track3
And Casey hit the river with an awful smack.
De Colores (Traditional)
G D7
De colores, de colores se visten los campos en la primavera
(D7) C G
De colores, de colores son los pajaritos que vienen dea fuera
(G) G7 C
De colores, de colores es el arco iris que vemos lucir
(C) G D7 G
Y pore solos grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan ami
3
This refers to an act of industrial sabotage. The line was changed in subsequent years, but has here been restored
to its original, incendiary version.
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Canta en gallo, canta en gallo con el quiri-quiri-quiri-quiri-quiri
La galena, la galena con el cara-cara-cara-cara-cara
Los polluelos, los polluelos con el pio-pio-pio-pio-pi
Y pore solos grandes amores de muchos colores me gustan ami
C F
The place where I work pays just forty a day.
C Am G
I can’t raise my kids on such miserable pay.
C F
I went to the boss and I said “I need more!”
C Am G C
The boss said so sweetly as he showed me the door:
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Hallelujah! I’m a Bum (Harry McClintock)4
G
Why don't you work like other folks do?
(G) D
How the hell can I work when there's no work to do?
CHORUS:
G D
Hallelujah! I'm a bum. Hallelujah! Bum again.
(D) Em D7 G
Hallelujah! Give us a handout to revive us again.
Oh, why don't you save all the money you earn?
If I didn't eat, I'd have money to burn.
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Harry McClintock claims to have written “Hallelujah! I’m a Bum” but it is likely that some form of the song already
existed long before he supposedly penned it.
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This verse and the one following it were written by Carl Sandburg and added to the song around 1920.
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CHORUS
G C
We meet today in freedom’s cause
G D
And raise our voices high
G C
We join our hands in union strong
Em D
To battle or to die
CHORUS:
G
Hold the fort, for we are coming!
Em D
Union workers be strong
G C
Side by side, we’ll battle onwards
Em D
Victory will come!
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I Ain’t Marching Anymore (Phil Ochs)
G C D G C D
Oh I marched to the battle of New Orleans at the end of the early British War.
G Am C Em
The young land started growing, the young blood started flowing,
Am D
But I ain’t marching anymore!
For I killed my share of Indians in a thousand different tribes, I was there at the Little Bighorn.
I heard many men lying, I saw many more dying,
But I ain’t marching anymore!
CHORUS:
C G
It’s always the old who lead us to the war,
C Em D
It’s always the young to fall.
C G Em
But now look at all we’ve won with the saber and the gun—
Am D
Tell me is it worth it all?
I stole California from the Mexican land, fought in the bloody Civil War.
Yes I even killed my brothers, and so many others
But I ain’t marching anymore!
For I marched to the battles of the German trench in a war that was bound to end all wars.
Oh I must’ve killed a million men, and now they want me back again
But I ain’t marching anymore!
CHORUS
For I flew the final mission in the Japanese sky, set off the mighty mushroom roar.
When I saw the cities burning, I knew that I was learning--
Now I ain’t marching anymore!
Now the labor leaders scream when they close the missile plant,
United Fruit screams at the Cuban shore.
Call it peace or call it treason, call it love or call it reason,
But I ain’t marching anymore!
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The Internationale (Eugene Pottier and Pierre de Geyter; IWW/English version)
G C
Arise, ye prisoners of starvation!
D7 G
Arise, ye wretched of the earth!
(G) C
For justice thunders condemnation;
Em D
A better world’s in birth!
G C
No more tradition’s chains shall bind us;
D7 G
Arise, ye slaves! No more in thrall!
(G) Em
The earth shall rise on new foundations
Am D G
We have been naught, we shall be all!
CHORUS:
(G) C D7 G
It’s the final contest, let each stand in his place.
(G) Em D
The international working class will free the human race!
G C D7 G
It’s the final contest, let each stand in his place.
Em C Am D G
The international working class will free the human race!
CHORUS
G D C G
I dreamed I saw Joe Hill last night, alive as you and me.
Em C
Said I, “But Joe, you’re ten years dead.”
D
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“I never died,” says he.
D7 G
“I never died,” says he.
“The copper bosses shot you Joe, They killed you, Joe!” said I.
“Takes more than guns to kill a man,”
Said Joe, “I didn’t die.”
Said Joe, “I didn’t die.”
Then standing there as large as life, and smiling with his eyes,
Said Joe, “What they could never kill
Went on to organize,
Went on to organize.”
CHORUS:
Listen, Mr. Bigot, listen to me, I'll give you a lesson in history
Listen while I tell you how the foreigners you hate
Are the very same people made America great!
CHORUS
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The first Mr. Bigot was a foreigner too.
CHORUS
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E A E A E C#m
I cried when they shot Medger Evers, the tears ran right down my spine
E A E F#m B7
I cried when they shot Mr. Kennedy as though I’d lost a father of mine
E A E G#m A
But Malcolm X got what was coming, he got what he asked for this time
E C#m A B7 E
So love me, love me, love me I’m a liberal!
The people of old Mississippi should all hang their heads in shame
I can’t understand how their minds work—what’s the matter, don’t they watch Les Crain?
But if you ask me to bus my children I’ll have the cops write down your name
Oh love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal!
I read New Republic and Nation, I’ve learned to take every view
You know I’ve memorized Lerner and Golden—I feel like I’m almost a Jew!
But when it comes to times like Korea, you know there’s no one more red, white, and blue
So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal!
I vote for the Democratic Party; they want the U.N. to be strong
I go to all the Pete Seeger concerts, he sure gets me singing those songs!
I’ll send all the money you ask for, but don’t ask me to come on along,
Just love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal!
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Once I was young and impulsive, I wore every conceivable pin
Even went to the Socialist meetings and learned every old union hymn
But now I’m much older and wiser, and that’s why I’m turning you in!
So love me, love me, love me, I’m a liberal!
C F C
Please give me your attention, and I’ll introduce to you
C Am G
A man who is a credit to our red, white and blue
C F C
His head is made of lumber, and solid as a rock.
Am G C
He’s a Christian and a worker and his name is Mr. Block.
Am
And Block thinks that he may
F G
Be President someday…
CHORUS:
C F C
Oh Mr. Block, you were born by mistake (da da da)
G
You take the cake (da da da)
C
You make me ache.
(C) F C
Tie a rock to your block and go jump in the lake--
Am G C
Would you do that for Liberty’s sake?
CHORUS
Block hiked back to the city, he said “I’ll show ‘em well!
I’ll go and join a union, the great A.F. of L.
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Mr. Block was a cartoon character who appeared in the Industrial Worker, the newspaper of the Industrial
Workers of the World. He constantly set an example of how union workers ought not to behave.
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He got a job that morning, was fired in the night
And said “I’ll call Sam Gompers7 to flex the union’s might!
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Sam Gompers was the conservative/moderate leader of the American Federation of Labor during the early 1900s.
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This is the end of the song “Good Day” by he Dresden Dolls, off of the album The Dresden Dolls (2004)
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One Day More (Elaine Purkey)
Am G Am
One day more, one day more.
(Am) E
People let me tell you just what we’re fighting for
Am C
We’re fighting for our future, don’t you understand?
Am C G Am
And we don’t need your pity, we just need your helping hand
(Am) G Am
To fight one day more, one day more
(Am) C G Am
If the company holds out twenty years, we’ll hold out one day more (x2)
If the bosses think that they can win they’ll get a big surprise
‘Cause we’re honest folks and we will cut them down to size
We’ll clean out the yards, throw out the guards
Cut those big bulls down, but we’ll still be around
CHORUS
We’ve got to change the way things are and make people understand
How the working class is being denied their rights in a free land
Our government lets criminals run free to steal again
And then takes the jobs of honest working women and men
CHORUS
Let’s change the laws, remove the flaws, and start all over new
Demand our rights, take back our land for freedom through and through
Keep the scabs out of the White House, vote Union comrades in
And then the Feds can’t ever take us off in a ball and chains again
CHORUS
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Organized Crime (Kate Boverman and Ethan Miller)
C F C
We’ve all seen the movies ‘bout gangsters and thugs
(C) G
And cunning mob bosses and the lords of the drugs
C F
But listen now closely if you’ve got the time
Am F G C
‘Cause I’d like to tell you ‘bout organized crime
And the more the rich got, well the more the rich get
While everyone else lives on toil and sweat.
The boss makes ten dollars, you just make a dime…
It’s not fair compensation, it’s organized crime.
Tell me who are the crooks and who’s just getting by,
Who’s doing honest work, and who’s telling lies?
The real crooks go free while the poor folks do time…
If you’re not angry you should be—it’s organized crime.
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Let’s take it all back from this bloodsucking slime,
The real perpetrators of organized crime.
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Through the graves the wind is blowing.
Freedom soon will come.
Then we’ll come from the shadows.
CHORUS:
G C G
Oh I would never walk across a picket line
(G) C D
Solidarity Forever don't mean just sometimes
G C G
So long live the union! Cross my heart and hope to die
(G) Em D G
If I should ever walk across a picket line.
Well my mother never told me what was right or what was wrong,
She never taught me to play guitar never taught me to write songs.
But one thing that she taught me I'll remember for all time--
And that's that you should never walk across a picket line.
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Mom called him a dirty scab, gave him two pieces of her mind,
She picked up and she threw every rock that she could find.
And when he called the cops on her she kicked his behind,
Saying “that's what you get when you walk across a union's picket line!'
CHORUS
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“We're fighting for a better world, not just for better pay!
And if we stick together then we'll win this fight in time
So long as we don't walk across each other's picket lines.”
CHORUS
C F C
Slow rolling freight from the West Ogden yard easing along down the line,
F C G7
The Pig Hollow jungle camp9 swings into view, you hop off and here’s what you find:
C F C
The ruins and ashes lie scattered around, the jungle is empty and bare.
F C G7 C
The shanties and tents are all burned to the ground, not a fire or a friend anywhere.
The rich man lives in a house made of stone high on a hill looking down;
The poor man lives in a tar paper shack way out on the back side of town.
But the rich man don’t worry about his fine house--it’s protected like you never saw
While the poor man gets railroaded out by the cops and his house gets burned down by the law.
The poor man is fighting for all that he’s got—he stands with his back against the wall.
The rich man spends nearly half of his life just chasing a little white ball.
But the rich man says that Pig Hollow must go: it’s the place where the crooks rendezvous.
Oh, but say don’t you think if you blew up a bank you might flush out a scoundrel or two?
And say don’t you think if some bum with a torch set fire to a big fancy hall
Then the cops would come down like a bloodthirsty hound and flat-nail his hide to the wall?
It’s clear that the laws are all made for the rich--they’ve got you, boys, win lose or draw.
Try as you may to stay out of their way, you’ll just get burned down by the law.
G C
Would you have freedom from wage slavery?
D7 G
Then come join in the grand industrial band!
(G) C
Would you from starvation wages be free?
D7 G
Come on, do your part, lend a hand!
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Pig Hollow was a hobo jungle/tent city near Ogden, UT that was burned down by vigilantes and evicted in 1965.
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CHORUS:
G C G
There is power, there is power in a band of working folks
D D7 G
When they stand hand in hand!
(G) C G
That’s a power, it’s a power that will rule in every land:
D D7 G
One industrial union grand!
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A D A
There is power in a factory, power in the land,
A E
Power in the hands of a worker.
A D A
But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand--
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(A) F#m E A
There is power in a union.
Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers' blood--
The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for.
From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud
War has always been the bosses' way, sir.
D G D
The long-haired preachers come out every night
(D) G A
Trying to tell you what's wrong and what's right.
D G D
But when asked “how about something to eat?”
Bm A D
They will answer in voices so sweet:
CHORUS:
(D) A
You will eat (you will eat!), by and by (by and by!)
G D
In that glorious land in the sky (way up high!)
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“Blackleg” is an English term for a strikebreaker.
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(D) Bm
Work and pray, and live on hay
G A D
And you'll get pie in the sky when you die.
(THAT’S A LIE!)
CHORUS
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You will eat (you will eat!), by and by (by and by!)
When you've learned how to cook and how to fry
Chop some wood, it’ll do you good
And you'll eat in the sweet by and by
(THAT’S NO LIE!)
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Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We’ll keep the red flag flying here.
Well I went down to the rich man’s house and I took back what he stole from me:
Took back my dignity, took back my humanity.
Well I went down to the rich man’s house and I took back what he stole from me.
Now he’s under my feet, under my feet,
Under my feet, under my feet
Ain’t gonna let the system walk all over me.
Well I went down to the landlord’s house and I took back what he stole from me:
Took back my dignity, took back my humanity.
Well I went down to the landlord’s house and I took back what he stole from me.
Now he’s under my feet, under my feet,
Under my feet, under my feet
Ain’t gonna let the system walk all over me.
Well I went down to the welfare office and I took back what they stole from me:
Took back my dignity, took back my humanity.
Well I went down to the welfare office and I took back what they stole from me.
Now he’s under my feet, under my feet,
Under my feet, under my feet
Ain’t gonna let the system walk all over me.
Well I went down to the governor’s house and I took back what he stole from me:
Took back my dignity, took back my humanity.
Well I went down to the governor’s house and I took back what he stole from me.
Now he’s under my feet, under my feet,
Under my feet, under my feet
Ain’t gonna let the system walk all over me.
CHORUS:
G D
We’ve got to roll, we’ve got to roll, we’ve got to roll the union on!
(D) D7 G
We’ve got to roll, we’ve got to roll, we’ve got to roll the union on!
(G) D G
And if the boss is in the way we’ve got to roll it over him, roll it over him, roll it over him.
(G) D D7 G
And if the boss is in the way we’ve got to roll it over him, we’ve got to roll the union on.
CHORUS
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And if the planter’s in the way we’ve got to roll it over him, roll it over him, roll it over him.
And if the planter’s in the way we’ve got to roll it over him, we’ve got to roll the union on.
CHORUS
And if the foreman’s in the way we’ve got to roll it over him, roll it over him, roll it over him.
And if the foreman’s in the way we’ve got to roll it over him, we’ve got to roll the union on.
CHORUS
C
When the union's inspiration through the workers' blood shall run,
Am G
There can be no power greater anywhere beneath the sun.
C Am
Yet what force on earth is weaker than the feeble strength of one?
G G7 C
But the union makes us strong!
CHORUS:
(C) F C F Am
Solidarity forever, solidarity forever, solidarity forever
G G7 C
For the Union makes us strong!
CHORUS
It is we who ploughed 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!
CHORUS
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!
CHORUS
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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!
CHORUS
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C G
As I was walking that endless highway
D D7 G
I saw above me that endless skyway;
C G Em
I saw below me that golden valley--
D D7 G
This land was made for you and me!
CHORUS:
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From California to the New York island.
From the redwood forests to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me!
CHORUS
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As they stood there hungry I stood there wondering:
Was this land made for you and me?
CHORUS
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G C G
There once was a union maid who never was afraid
D7 G A7 D
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Of the goons and the ginks and the company finks and the deputy sheriffs who made the raid.
G C G
She went to the union hall when a meeting it was called
D7 G A7 D G
And when the company boys came around she always stood her ground.
CHORUS:
C G
Oh you can’t scare me! I’m sticking with the union
D7 G
I’m sticking with the union, I’m sticking with the union.
C G
Oh you can’t scare me! I’m sticking with the union
D7 G
I’m sticking with the union ‘til the day I die.
CHORUS
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Goon: a company thug. Gink: a foolish person. Fink: a mole for the bosses.
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You women who want to be free just take a tip from me
Break out of the mold you’ve all been sold--you’ve got a fighting history!
The fight for women’s rights with workers must unite!
Like Mother Jones, bestir them bones to the front of every fight.12
CHORUS
We Have Fed You All for a Thousand Years (unknown IWW poet)
G D D7 G
We have fed you all for a thousand years--but still we remain unfed
(G) D D7 G
Though there’s never a dollar of all your wealth but marks the workers’ dead.
C G Am7 D
We have given our best to give you rest, now you lie on crimson wool…
G D D7 G
But if blood be the price of your awful wealth, my God we have paid in full!
There is never a mine blown skyward now but we’re buried alive for you.
There is never a ship wrecked shoreward now but we were its ghastly crew.
Come and number our dead in the mill lofts red, and the factories where we spin--
‘Cause if blood be the price of your cursed wealth, my God we have paid it in!
We have fed you all for a thousand years for that was our doom you know.
From the days when you chained us in your fields to the strikes of a week ago.
You have taken our lives, husbands, babies and wives and you call it your legal share--
Well if blood be the price of your lawful wealth, my God we have paid it fair!
Am
Come all you coal miners, good news to you I’ll tell
(Am) Em Am
About how the good old union is coming here to dwell.
CHORUS
(Am) G (G) Am
Which side are you on? Which side are you on? (x2)
CHORUS
12
This verse was added later, by Pete Seeger, as Guthrie’s original third verse was considerably sexist.
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J. H. Blair was the sheriff of Harlan County, Kentucky. He had deputized armed mercenaries who were hired by
mine operators to terrorize the families of strikers and union organizers in 1931.
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They say they need to guard us to educate their child
Their children ride in limousines and ours are almost wild.
CHORUS
Oh workers, can you stand it? Lord tell me how you can!
Would you be a lousy scab or would you be a man?
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