1. |
Cross of Gold
04:22
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D
That combine is a war machine, the widest yet I ever seen
A Bm
said get big or get out, they’re weren’t lying
G D
plant to harvest, life is filled with making ends meet at the mill
D A
and gettin’ out is just the same as dyin’
D
trawling fields like a golden sea, fish for corn or subsidies
A Bm
Fed into the silos by the tracks
G D
keep it going day by day, that river cuts the land away
D A
the rain digs out the soil deep and black
A G D
As long as the levees hold it back
Bm G D
And my father, said you’ve got two hands that you’re dealt
Bm D A
One you give freely when a neighbor falls behind
Bm G
And the other your hold pressed like a secret to your chest
D Bm
So when the plant was out he never crossed the line
D A D
Though said what’s yours is yours and mine is mine
My great grandpa was a refugee when he came from the old country
The King’s police were barking at his heels
In the city or on the land, either way you’re living by your hands
Either way the rich man finds a way to steal
The cavalry corp’s killing floor, stolen in the Indian war
The arrowheads still come up with the plow
he built the cabin out of sod and a rugged cross to a murdered god
To bless the crop, the sweat from off his brow
But you get nothing without more blood anyhow
God was a carpenter, built mangers for the shepherds.
He was a shepherd, trying to lead his flock to fold
But now the Romans own the rails, and these prices are the nails
And they crucify us on a cross of gold
They crucify us on a cross of Gold
The quarter’s on the auction block, some man buys land he’ll never walk
Another farm is fallen through the cracks
Boom to boom and bust to bust, everyone does as they must
Anything you’re given can be taken back
You each grow more, the grain gets cheaper, costs get higher, debts get steeper
Each auction is a player quit the game
The kids look through us and their sights are trained onto the city lights
Like a moth looks past the night into the flame
But this life’s already burned, so who’s to blame?
And the grass whispers the memories of a prairie
And the glass offers confessions from the rye
Waiting for the sun to set but it hasn’t got there yet
Watch it sinking in the corn fields like the price
The blood, God knows, has been the sacrifice
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2. |
Granite City
04:03
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C am
Where the Mississippi Water rolls along to meet the Sauk
Dm F G
And the river bank slopes down over the gray and rosy rock
C Am
Granite City said the sign; granite was the prison wall
Dm F G C
But I scarcely met a quarryman in the city there at all
Chorus:
F C Am
Now the red and broken stone lies along the railroad tracks
Dm F G
The quarry days are gone, boys, they’re never coming back
C Am
Still the pulley gives a groan and the engine gives a roar
Dm F G C
But scarce a soul quarries stone in granite city anymore
Oh the ringing and the blasting used to hammer through the day
Where the men went down into the pits to haul the stone away
And there were barges on the river and the train tracks that led
To the builders in the city hauling off the St Cloud red
Chorus
But that was long ago, and time has rolled along
The best stone’s all been taken, the industry’s moved on
And what we’ve got left here, it isn’t like back then
They’ve got new machines to do the work of fifty men
Chorus
Now the drag lines and conveyers rise up high above the scree
The engineers here working for the Lockheed company
And the big box and the strip mall sprout like weeds out of the ground
The pits are all just swimming holes on the outskirts of town
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3. |
P9
04:02
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Bm D
Came back to Austin after the war, been on the line since ‘74,
A Bm
working on the killing floor, to make Hormel its spam
Every year the line gets quicker, dollar’s cheaper, talk gets slicker
Some guys numb themselves with liquor, or learn not to give a damn
Hormel always says they’re squeezed, and the contract’s not a charity
They’re paying half your wage at IBD, and we’re steady losing ground
They wants cuts, so the bureaucrats dump it on the new hire’s backs
Sign or we’ll give your plant the sack, and gut this company town
Chorus
G D
Hard knocks on the killing floor taught us how to swing
A Bm
We ain’t beat even when we’re beaten down
And you best not pull your punches when you’re comin’ for the king
and you’re fighting for your life in a company town
The new plant was a slaughterhouse, for the pigs and workers both,
Contract gave us no way out, but hit them in the papers
and put their dirty flows of cash, in the magnifying glass,
Til the contract day was passed, and we took back our labor
On the day we stopped their line, they moved the slaughter and assigned
The other locals overtime, to scab against their brothers
If we let them do it, then they’ve won- we have to shut it down as one
But national said we’d go alone, no calling in the others
Chorus
When they brought the scabs, that winter day, we blocked them at the factory gate
And it took more cops to clear the way, then they had in the whole station
So Perpich played his favorite card, calling in the National Guard
and you have to fight back twice as hard, when you’re under occupation
We hit the road to spread the strain, up and down the Hormel chain
And other towns joined the campaign, even if it meant the black list
A strike’s a race to see who’ll last, between your belly and the boss’s cash
But the checks came in for food and gas, to get the kids their breakfast
Chorus
March stormed in with the picket clash, and the Austin streets were choked in gas
But cops and soldiers couldn’t smash, the spirit of P-9
But the national union bent the knee, to get peace with the company
Put the local into trusteeship, to bust our picket line
They put the scabs in the union hall, even stripped our mural off the wall,
And when the end of the strike was called, sold out a generation
Now old King Pork still wears the crown, to beat the packing worker down
It’s hard times in a company town, hard times in a boss’s nation
Chorus
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4. |
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D G D
Now Johnny old friend, you ain’t wrote in too long
D A D; A
Or if you did, nothing from you’d come through
D G D
Did you get the last package the boys and I sent
D A D; A
To you and the rest of your crew?
A G D
By Christ you and I weren’t yet middle school boys
D G A
Back when the long war began
D G D
Now Johnny come home from the Hindu Kush
D A D; G A
And the red hills of Afghanistan
I remember the day when you first flew away
How you looked like a prince among men
And the lines round your eyes in the time you came back
Before you get called up again
And we watched you all fly off into the sky
To the pride and the pomp of the band
Now Johnny, come home from the Hindu Kush
And the red hills of Afghanistan
The generals say that it’s all going well
Train the locals to fight once you’re gone
But ain’t it the same they were saying back then
When your dad took the boat from Saigon?
Still the papers all say you’ll be out any day
If it all goes according to plan
Now Johnny, come home from the Hindu Kush
And the red hills of Afghanistan
And the dust and the rock tumble under your boots
Where the Britons and the Russians have bled
And echo the walls of the Khyber pass
That we’ve marked with our living and dead
Since Eliphston’s army fell at Gandamak
They’ve been held to by no foreign hand
So Johnny come home from the Hindu Kush
And the red hills of Afghanistan
(optional verse, omitted in recording)
It’s a deadly Great Game that nobody wins
And the pieces are blood, tears, and bones
And the people here left, to harvest the storm
From the wind that the players had sown
Half a century of war, and how many more,
Could anyone ask them to stand?
Johnny come home, from the Hindu Kush
And the red hills of Afghanistan
Now the spring has come in, and the girls are out,
And they’re taking the nights on the town
But we can’t have a song and we can’t raise a glass
without our boy Johnny around
It’s too long you’ve wandered around Salang and Spin Gar
And the long road around Lataband
So Johnny come home from the Kindu Kush
And the red hills of Afghanistan
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5. |
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Em G D
This summer’s been a hard one, Out on the picket line
Em G D
In the kitchen and infirmary they’ve also served the time
Em G D
Four months now we’ve been striking, the Teamsters and the rest
Em G D Em
Four months now we’ve been striking and they haven’t beat us yet
Chorus:
G D Em
So rise up for the union, don’t give away to gloom
Em G D
Can’t you hear the marching feet, they’re beating out their doom
Em G D
Hear the young ones crying, neither sigh nor pine
Em G D Em
We’ll see that times get better when we hold that picket line
When first that I moved out here after serving in the war
They said there’s work for every hand you never need be poor
But the winter found us standing asking work beside the wall
There’s scarce enough to go around to keep a home at all
Remember how last winter the coal yards won their share
And on that day back in May we won the market square
Now they’ve got us in the holding pens to try to keep us down
They can hold us in the stockade but they’ll never hold the town
Those Citizens Alliance boys, God damn them all to hell
Likewise to Olson’s guardsmen and the city cops as well
Who shot down Ness and Belor out on the market way
I wish I had a rifle, I would give them all the same
The winter’s coming fast now, the stores are getting thin
Each passing dawn that’s coming on we’re closer to the win
No Legion vigilantes, no knobsticks anymore
We’ll win ourselves a union town this year of ‘34
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6. |
MN 13
02:17
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Am C G
Stearns County’s plains of waving grains Is the place that I was born
D Em Am
to till the field and cut the yield and grow the yellow corn
Am D Em
Come July, it’s up knee high And still it’s growing green
D Em Am
but tall and gold when it got cold was Minnesota 13
My father’s still would make its fill outside of Holdingford
and ‘way out back in the sugar shack that’s where the stuff was stored
to sell the brew, it helped us through some bitter times and lean
for the very best in the whole midwest was Minnesota 13
Well that liquor’s name earned it fame, Spokane to Buffalo
so they sent a man to make a plan to cut our whiskey flow
That Mr. Kent was an awful gent each inch of him was mean
and to every cop, he swore he’d stop our Minnesota 13
In every town the county ‘round the feds were on our tail
they’d scour your car to find a jar and throw you into jail
the town police had palms to grease, they’d always find us clean
no search or raid could prove we made that Minnesota 13
Then the FBI they got some spies and they posted a reward
so someone went to Mr. Kent and told them where it’s stored
you go on up to Meyer’s farm be sure that you ain’t seen
and out behind, that’s where you’ll find the Minnesota 13
So the lawmen came in the dead of night and never told a soul
They gathered ‘round without a sound until they had us whole
then they went out back and fired the shack, iit burned like gasoline
like the flames of hell, we knew that smell was Minnesota 13
My dad got free in ‘33 and they tore that liquor law down
But I keep my still up in the hills a mile outside of town
for I’ve got no joy for Alphabet boys coming here to glean
and I’ll drop the man that lays a hand on my Minnesota 13
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7. |
Drake Hotel
02:31
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Am E Am E Am
The wind in downtown Minneapolis skipped along over the snow
Am E Am E Am
And threw the white flakes on the sidewalk under the hotel window glow
G Am G Am
The red trucks dashed into the city, and tore through the night with a bell
Am E Am E Am E Am
The flakes tumbling higher were ash from the fire that gutted the Drake hotel
Oh mama, your baby is crying- She’s crying for something to eat
She’s wrapping herself in a coat too big, she’s shaking for loss of her heat
We sleep under bridges and byways, we sleep on the park bench or bus
The condos we build will never be filled, they’re a shelter for assets, not us
Who tried to blow on the whistle? Who swept that into the dark?
These projects are waiting for fixing, like a tinder box waits for a spark
From the ramshackle gas-line explosions, to the tower fire on the West Bank
We knew that this town was slow burning down, ‘fore the cops put a match to the tank
Go walk by the camps on the Greenway tell me who is deserving or not
Go walk by the cranes and the scaffold, tell me who’s gonna live in that lot?
Go walk in the ruins and the rubble and answer me if you can tell
Which pile of stones and burnt rebar bones was once the Drake Hotel?
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8. |
The Men Who Buy to Space
02:47
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D G D
High above the world there’s a billion dollar race
D A D
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo
D G D
To see which robber baron will be first to buy to space
D A D
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo
A
They’ve gone beyond electric cars,
A
there’s three more dicks among the stars
A D
They ought to be the first on Mars, it’s true
D G A
But when they reach the Hellas Basin, cut the line back to the station,
D A D
Let them stay on their vacation, too-ra-loo
Branson rode the blast-off of a silo worth of oil
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo
To get a better picture of the world as it broils
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo
Some malcontents might drive a wedge and asked what happened to the pledge
To rid us of the fuel that is our doom
Although it’s slow in bearing fruit, he’s got the issue by the root
He’ll do it by reducing it to fumes
Bezos had a vision as he floated in the stars
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo
And he thanks all of the peasants who have paid for him this far
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo
He has witnessed the solution to industrial pollution
And he’ll move all the production to the moon
But Amazonians United will appear there uninvited
To incite the lunar commune, too-ra-loo
Now Musk has got a blueprint for a special Martian vault
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo
To build his Teslas somewhere that the union cannot salt
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo
But since he’s heard that Mars is red, he’s packed the rocket full of lead
He’ll kill those commies all dead, white and blue
If he goes then we don’t mind, Let him work an asteroid mine
just leave the lithium behind, too-ra-loo
If the state took these men’s taxes like they rob from me and you
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo
They could buy us each a house and still see the cosmos, too
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra-loo
But since the space race privatized, we’ve been forced to economize,
A rocket to the sun, we cannot do
If they want to be an astronaut, the only flight plan that we’ve got
Is gelignite propulsion, too-ra-loo
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9. |
Jane Doe
03:44
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Am C G
Jane Doe was brought in from off of the street
C G Am
Laid out on the table wrapped up in a sheet
Am C G
They wrote down her number without any name
Am C G
A woman was murdered and none was to blame
In the north reservation there’s a chill in the air
And the lines on the faces are heavy with care
And the pain in your belly pounds hard on your brain
And the whiskey like poisons runs thick in the veins
Of the men with the money who come out to play,
Drive up from the port to find out their prey
With presents and promises in a young girl’s ear
There’s more on the docks than you’ll ever get here
And Duluth rusts away by the waves and the heights
And the drunks take the streets in the red neon lights
And the lake sinks the sun and the night turns to black
Out past the harbor and the taconite stacks
And the girls stand cold by the skeleton quay
And they wait for the freight liners off Thunder Bay
Across Gitchegumee they make for the shore
To buy the red women and the red iron ore
The harbor horn screams and the freighter boat lands
The dollars and women are all changing hands
And the sailors buy in where their money is right
To play the great settler night after night
Well I’ve heard it’s been said and I think it’s the truth
That colony days never died in Duluth
For three hundred years they’ve been bargained and sold
To the soldier, the logger, and the iron boat hold
They’ve been killed by the needle and killed by the knife
They’ve been cut down so low that they’ve took their own life
They’ve been put on the Earth in a bed made of thorns
They’ve been sentenced to die since the day they were born
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10. |
John Deere Strike
04:46
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D G D
Dawn on out on the picket, in the morning light
A G D
The headlights from the scabs come hauling into sight
D G D
Damn their injunctions, damn their jails and fines
A G D
Whatever it takes, we’ll hold the line
A G D
All across the grain belt, we’re striking at John Deere
A D A
they’ve split our contracts up into first and second tier
D G D
But my father walked the line for me; I walk it with my son
D A
To get unity before this strike is done
Chorus
G D G Bm
There’s those on the top of the world, and there’s those who build it below
G D BM A
But the time comes for us to be rising, and the times comes to reap what you sow
D A BM G
So keep your hand on the plough, hold the line and don’t give up now
D A D
We’ve planted our seeds, now we’re watching ‘em grow
It’s a trick as old as time, it’s heartless and it’s cruel-
Break us into tiers for the old divide and rule
It’s pulling up the ladder on the workers still to come
And pulling down the strength that we have won
And the union’s not a monument you carve into the rock
It’s a legacy you water or it withers on the stalk
And power’s not in board rooms, the ballot, or the courts
It’s in action when we cut production short
Chorus
God rest you, Dick Rich, and your memory lives on
Killed out on the picket that morning in Milan
A car came speeding up the street and fixed you in its lights
And you died, fighting for our rights
You gave your life for the workers- your people and mine
And for those families toiling, generations on the line
Now you’re in the space between us, your spirit’s in our hands
When we strike, when the union takes a stand
Chorus
A month out on the line and we held that picket strong
‘Til the scabs from middle management couldn't carry on
All our working lives, they’d ground us to our knees
Until we stood on those lines in unity
So whenever any worker is under an attack
There’s a brother at your side and a sister at your back
Because an injury to one is an injury to all
We either stand together or we fall
Chorus; repeat last two lines:
D A BM G
So keep your hand on the plough, hold the line and don’t give up now
D A D
We’ve planted our seeds, now we’re watching ‘em grow
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It was comin’ through the pine on that Norfolk-Southern line, steamin’ at three engines strong
And sailed over the rails through East Palestine, a hundred and fifty cars long
A fast-rolling mile of tankers, industrial chemical filled
But there’s fire on the snow where those tanker cars glow, and there’s clouds brewin’ over the hills
Chorus
And that trains come rollin’ through like thunder
And those shakes go rattlin’ through the stone
And the spill they burned away, is settled in the clay
And that ache is settin’ in my bones
Life’s like a jail for the men who work the rail, its man and machine to the brink
And those red tired eyes are telling no lies, the chain’s gotta crack in the links
And the carriers cut every corner, and the workers they warned me and you
But red and blue alike crushed the railroad strike, to keep the stock rollin’ through,
Chorus
There’s dead fish down in the river,
There’s a reek of the fire on the wind
And we’ve choked on that smoke that the chemicals stoked,
And there’s poison working under your skin
[Instrumental verse]
Chorus
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12. |
Prisoners of Belarus
02:28
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Am E Am
Mother in your shawl of black,
G C
The moon shines on the water
Am G Em
But tonight where does the moonlight
C E Am
Fall upon your daughters?
My eldest’s gone into the city
The gardens there she’s weeding
Her hands are torn from rocks and thorns,
And her white fingers bleeding
My second listens from the prison
To the wailing siren
Hands in chains, her hands in chains,
She wears a wreath of iron
My youngest’s gone into the forest
Where wildflowers are growing
Black and red, their petals shed
And on the night winds blowing
On the winds the seeds are searching,
And rooting where they fall
Soon they’ll climb as wild vines,
Over the prison walls
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13. |
Drywall Strike
02:59
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Em D C B7
The sun beats like a hammer in the south of California
4 cents a sheet at piece work, for the sixty hour week
The subs pushed out the unions, to build the little boxes,
And hired from the border men to hang the drywall sheets
The border’s not a place; it’s a weight that you carry
It’s a way to keep you quiet, so you don’t get put away
It’s an agent of the boss, with his rifle, always watching
Oversees you when you’re working, comes for you on pay day
Chorus
C D Em
When the workers said Ya basta! Enough is enough,
Am B
There was a power there between them that was more than any man
C D Em
You can’t beat it down or gas it, you can’t hold it in your cuffs
Am B
It’s power of people knowing that they can,
Em B7 Em
Si se puede, si se puede, yes we can
Sixty bucks were short on a check for Jesus Gomez
His sweat and body not enough, they even stole his pay
And the foreman laughed and said, we can always find another
Someone else to take your place, so let’s do it the easy way
But he told all his paisanos, his friends from Guanajuato,
How much of our dignity can cheated wages buy?
We’ll gather up our brothers, and we’ll go down to the Carpenters-
Say let us into the union- we’ll organize or die.
Chorus
The cops at Mission Viejo attacked us on the picket
And would hand you to La Migra if you wouldn’t scab
But we knew that we would win, one way or the other-
And if violence is what they want, then violence they will have
we marched on La Migra, and on the police stations
And put our bodies on the line, to force their freeways closed
Like a dandelion spreads its seeds whenever you will kick it-
The harder that they knocked us down, the stronger that we rose
Chorus
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G G7
You ran as the rank and file
C C7
But buddy now it's been a while
G D7
Since I've seen you walkin' 'round the floor
G G7
You've been climbin' up the ranks
C C7
and the old guard pie cards send their thanks
G D7 G
Since you traded in the tools you wore
E7 C
I try to talk to you about the grievances we've lost
E7 C D7
But every time I try, you're meetin' with the boss
G G7
First you went and got elected,
C C7
Then you squared up and defected
G D7 G
For a new truck and a name plate on your door
You used to call for wildcats
Now you never mention that
and you talk about production with a smile
How PLAs are the way
to raise both profits and our pay
and we don't need the members gettin' riled
Yeah you traded in your steel toes for a pair of shiny shoes
But did you get into office, or did it get into you?
You used to be a workin' man,
Now I think I know why you ran
You were runnin' from the rank and file
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A D A E
The gentry's assembled, their hands all a-tremble
A F#m
with bottles delightful and strange
A D A
the Kings of the Falls, the Queens of Saint Paul
A E
and the dukes of the iron ore range
A D A E
and the minstrels and bards from the taconite yards
A F#m
and the Hills make a whiskey voiced choir
A D A
while your host Willy Moore sets the house on a roar
A E A
making craic cracking jokes 'round the fire
The girls are dancing, the boys are advancing,
and trying their courage to stir
and the guests tell the news over free flowing booze
'til their memory's naught but a blur
and we fight through the haze and think back on old days
and remember dear friends who tonight
are scattered like seeds on the currents and breezes
or like wild geese put to flight
We there in the throng sang our sorrows and songs
and like fish parched for water we drank
and what then occurred I know not a word
for my memory's coming up blank
this city's temptations and fiendish libations
are apt to make any man crawl
but the grandest of feature's a drop of the creature
and a night down at Willy Moore's ball
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16. |
Sartell Mill
04:19
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C Em
Last night as I lay in the depth of my sleep
F G
I had an unsettling dream
F C
Of cinder and fear and a river of tears
G Em
And the waters where the fired did gleam
F C
I fell through the smoke and and when I awoke
G Em
My thoughts with my memories filled
F C
And I’ll speak and I’ll sing of that terrible spring
G Am
And the fall of the old Sartell Mill
It was late into May, on memorial day
The compressors were running too fast
And with three machines down the third one spun round
Parched for water, she never would last
She’s getting too hot, boys, you must turn her off
Fix the pipes, let her cool down her hide
But with no time to wait they turned her too late
And the fire shot red from her side
It was in those few moments of fear and alarm
And the gas in the pipes ‘gan to screech
John Maus took a stand with a sprayer in hand, pouring foam in the fiery breach
But bad fortune proclaimed all his efforts in vain, the fire just bolstered and grew
But the heat sealed his doom when the sparks took the fumes
There was nothing a person could do
The blast shook the streets and the flames licked the sky
And the paper rained over the town
The column of smoke rose higher and higher
Was seen by the counties around
And the sirens and bells made a funeral knell
Where the engine stood over the shore
And in cinder and smoke this epitaph wrote
There’s no mill in Sartell anymore
I can see the new workmen, they’re taking her down
As I stand by the riverbank ice
They junk her machines and they tear down her walls
To be salvaged at scrap metal price
Though she stood on the shore for a century or more
Now they’re tearing her down by the day
And two hundred fifty souls are fresh on the dole
And one’s gone and passed on away
So may God cast his love on the soul of John Maus
From the town of Albany,
For he died trying to save the workers beside him
And feeding his family
For his children and wife he gave up his life
And so we remember him still
And we’ve laid him to rest with the bravest and best
Far from the old Sartell mill.
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17. |
White Tail
03:48
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Dm
That old barn lasted longer
D
than anyone could give it use
C D
Since the crisis in the 80s hit the town
And those old pine planks, like walls of stone
Clung rotting on the stubborn bones
of timber, ‘til the storm brought them down
When the sky is light as painted glass,
and lifts the fog off of the grass
B7
I’ll be there with a rifle in my hands
Em C D
And if I can shoot a white tail (x3)
Em
I can keep us on the land
The day the bank called in the loan
The old man watched the fields he’d grown
Snatched up into the new supply chain’s hands
Your seed, your land, your sun, your water
fat the birds up for the slaughter
Keep the lines rolling at the plant
And they brought in workers, keep ‘em packed
In the trailer park down by the track
And the smack burns through this town like gasoline
And if I can shoot a white tail (x3)
Then I’ll keep living clean
Every year the radio’s
More crowded with the outrage show
Preaching hatred for a paycheck from the Coast
Now a northern boys with stars and bars,
And Three Percent slapped on their cars
Play dress up as soldiers or as ghosts
But there’s people now who I’ve come to know
From Africa or Mexico
And I know who my friends are in this town
And if I can shoot a white tail (x3)
We won’t take it lying down
Good old boys came into town,
Kicked some Somali kid around
Hey mama, ain’t you proud of your boy?
Now they buzz the trailer park at night
High-beams on and armalites,
F-150 whips and milspec toys
Now that old barn will be my blind
They come down here and they will find
we know to make a killin’ on the land
And I can shoot a white tail (x3)
I can shoot down the Klan
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Emmett Doyle Minneapolis, Minnesota
Emmett is a working class rebel musician- a union carpenter, former river deckhand, raised on a farm in central Minnesota. With American country and blues and Irish traditional roots, he keeps the Long Memory going while singing about today's struggles. His work is rooted in social movements he's an active part of, from labor to defending the earth to fighting hate. ... more
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