I got a job just shifting beer Straight out of school, straight into here I got a job pays none too well But every Friday I can tell them go to hell
This place is noisy and full of dust & shit This jobs dead lousy but I can't get out of it Come every Friday I see an old man Sat back from the bar in the smoke room He's been through battles He's seen some hard ones I fought and lost he said But let me tell you this son
Your only weapon Is those you work with Your strength is their strength Can't beat the rank and file
Go get organized!
I joined the union & started signing up I found a man ten years a member And all this time he's been holin' up, hiding quiet We pressed the govnor for improved conditions
And found ourselves on strike for union recognition
I seen the old man in the smoke room He's been through battles He's seen some hard ones I fought and lost he said But let me tell you this son
Your only weapon Is those you work with Your strength is their strength Can't beat the rank and file
Go get organized!
Come every Friday I see an old man Sat back from the bar in the smoke room He's been through battles He's seen some hard ones I fought and lost he said But let me tell you this son
Your only weapon Is those you work with Your strength is their strength Can't beat the rank and file