Union Song (Live)

Lyrics

For the fired auto workers Who were twisted, tricked and robbed To the peasant in Guatemala In a sweatshop, got your job And she can't feed her family On the pennies that she makes Meanwhile the crime rate's rising Up and down the Great Lakes... states Like vegetables left in the field The signatures smell rotten On the contracts and the deeds That push the racе down to the bottom As they load the rubbеr bullets As they fire another round I'm heading into the tear gas Dig in man, hold your ground For Joe Hill and César Chávez Who fought in their own time For our brothers and our sisters Up and down that picket line For the unnamed and unnumbered Who struggle brave and long For the union men and women Standing up and standing strong Si nos quedemos Juntos vamos a ganar? Si! Y'all hit em where it hurts And bite the hand that feeds You might get one to three Or probation and a fine But I know where I'm gonna be I'm gonna be right on that front line For Joe Hill and César Chávez Who fought in their own time For our brothers and our sisters Up and down that picket line For the unnamed and unnumbered Who struggle brave and long For the union men and women Standing up and standing strong Keep goin' Now dirty scabs will cross the line While others stand aside and look But ain't nobody never got nothin' That didn't raise their voice and push Like the steel worker in Ohio The miner in West Virginia The teacher in Wisconsin Janitor in Mississippi From the sweatshops of L.A To the fields of Mission Flats There's a thunder cloud exploding And I'm free at last Like Joe Hill and César Chávez Who fought in their own time Like our brothers and our sisters Up and down that picket line Like the unnamed and unnumbered Who struggle brave and long Like the union men and women Standing up and standing strong Like the unnamed and unnumbered Who struggle brave and long Like the union men and women Standing up and standing strong Fists up Fists up Fists up Fuck yeah