The Last Internationale - Workers of the World - Unite! | Текст песни

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I come from East Virginia
Where I was born
In an old back shed

My father moved us
To New Orleans
Where he was forced
To use his hands

Then late one night
They took him away from us
Because he learned
To use his head

My mother cried
When the judge said "life"
The union
Was his only crime

I'm still told to leave it
All behind
I spent my whole life on
A picket line....

Screaming,

Workers Unite!
Don't give up the fight!
Workers of the world - unite!!
Unite!!!

At my old age
I'm still working as a slave
The bosses work you
To your grave

They claim to be
Like common folk
They packed their bags
When the levees broke

For five long days
I watched the waters rise
I was forgotten
And left to die

I've got no country
I've got no home
Or no one
To call my own

I'm driftin' back
To East Virginia
I'm going back to that old
Dark shed

I remember
What my father said
When he was waiting
On line for bread

Screaming,

Workers Unite!
Don't give up the fight!
Workers of the world - unite!!
Unite!!!


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