UNION WORKER, UNION BOSS
Who'll protect you from the Union?
Who'll protect you from the boss?
Who will care for your wages?
Who will see that your job's not lost?
Will you walk the line when the agent says picket?
Will you fight with scabs and carry signs?
Will you share in the payoff to end the protest?
Will you close your eyes to the sight of crime?
Where do you stand on graft and corruption?
When the shop steward's a thug, tell me how do you feel?
When you can't find work if you can't do favors,
Where will you turn to find your next meal?
Does your voice start to freeze in the face of extortion?
Does embezzlement seem like a white-collar crime?
When do you sweat from your organized labor?
Do you fear that you feel like it's organized crime?
Now it's the boss and the laborer who fear the Unions.
One gives their blood and one gives their bone.
A job begged for mercy. Now it cries, "Murder!"
Will you be fit to work when the job's all done?
Tune, traditional, "King Cotton;"
Words by Barry Finn.