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