Talking Union Songtext
von Pete Seeger

Now, if you want higher wages, let me tell you what to do
You got to talk to the workers in the shop with you
You got to build you a union, got to make it strong
But if you all stick together, boys, it won′t be long
You get shorter hours, better working conditions
Vacations with pay, take your kids to the seashore

'Course it ain′t quite this simple, so I better explain
Just why you got to ride on the union train
'Cause if you wait for the boss to raise your pay
We'll all be awaitin′ ′til Judgment Day
We'll all be buried
Gone to Heaven
St. Peter′ll be the straw boss then, boys

Now you know you're underpaid, but the boss says you ain′t
He speeds up the work 'til you′re 'bout to faint
You may be down and out, but you ain't beaten
Pass out a leaflet and call a meetin′
Talk it over, speak your mind
Decide to do somethin′ about it


'Course the boss may persuade some poor damn fool
To go to your meetin′ and act like a stool
But you can always tell a stool, though, that's a fact
He′s got a yaller streak a-runnin' down his back
He doesn′t have to stool, you know, he'll always make a good livin'
On what he takes out of blind men′s cups

Well, you got a union now, you′re sittin' pretty
Put some of the boys on the steering committee
The boss won′t listen if one guy squawks
But he's got to listen when the union talks, he′d better
He'd be mighty lonely, one of these days

Suppose he′s working you so hard, it's just outrageous
Paying you all starvation wages
You go to the boss and the boss would yell
"Before I raise your pay, I'd see you all in hell"
He′s puffing a big cigar, feeling mighty slick
Thinks he′s got your union licked
He looks out the window and what does he see
But a thousand pickets, and they all agree
He's a bastard, unfair, slavedriver
Bet he beats his own wife


Now boys, you′ve come to the hardest time
The boss will try to bust your picket line
He'll call out the police, the National Guard
Tell you it′s a crime to have a union card
They'll raid your meeting, hit you on the head
They′ll call every one of you a goddam red
Unpatriotic, Moscow agents, bomb throwers, even the kids

Well, out in Detroit, here's what they found
Down in Frisco, here's what they found
Down at Bethlehem, here′s what they found
Out in Pittsburgh, here′s what they found
That, if you don't let red-baiting break you up
If you don′t let stool-pigeons break you up
If you don't let vigilantes hatred break you up
And if you don′t let race patriots break you up, you'll win
What I mean, take it easy, but take it