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To: FaultLine who wrote (53)	2/1/2003 3:38:27 AM
From: LindyBill	Respond to of 140

Back in 1960 I got a record called, "Songs of Work and Freedom" that had some great Labor songs on it. This one, by Pete Seeger, is one of my favorites. Pete really "Sells" it on the record. How Do You Organize a Labor Union? Labor balladeer Pete Seeger has been a musician, songwriter, political activist, and union organizer since the 1930s. He wrote the song "Talking Union" with Millard Lampell, Lee Hays, and other members of the Almanac Singers, while they were helping to organize CIO unions in 1941. It is recorded on the album Talking Union. This song explains to workers how and why they should join a union. Like contemporary "rap music," it is a "talking" song with music in the background. Talking Union 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, now 'twont be long. You get shorter hours, better working conditions. Vacations with pay, take the kids to the seashore. 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 waiting till Judgment Day; We'll all be buried-gone to Heaven- Saint Peter'll be the straw boss then, folks. Now, you know you're underpaid, but the boss says you am t; He speeds up the work till you're about to faint. You may be down and out, but you ain't beaten, You can pass out a leaflet and call a meetin'- Talk it over-speak your mind- Decide to do something about it. You got a union now, and you're sitting pretty; Put some people on the steering committee. The boss won't listen when just one squawks, But he's got to listen when the union talks. He better-he'll be mighty lonely. Suppose they're working you so hard it's just outrageous, And they're 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." Well, he's puffing a big cigar and feeling mighty slick, He thinks he's got your union licked. He look out the window, and what does he see But a thousand pickets, and they all agree He's a bastard-unfair-slave driver- Bet he beats his wife. But out in Detroit here's what they found, And out in Frisco here's what they found, And out in Pittsburgh here's what they found, And down at Bethlehem 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 break you up, And if you don't let race hatred break you up You'll win. What I mean, take it easy-but take it.