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Richard Brazier

"They Are All Fighters" (karaoke)

"They Are All Fighters" (sheet music)


There is a bunch of honest working men;
They're known throughout the land;
They've seen the horror of the bull-pen
From Maine to the Rio Grande.
They've faced starvation, hunger, privation;
Upon them soldiers were hurled.
Their organization is known to the nation
As the Industrial Workers of the World.
Then hail to this fighting band!
Good luck to their union grand!

They're all fighters from the word go!
And to the master, they'll bring disaster!
And if you'll join them, they'll let you know
Just the reason the boss must go.

They've faced the Pinkertons and Gatling guns
In defense of their natural rights;
They've proved themselves to be labor's sons
In all of their workers' fights.
They have been hounded by pow'r unbounded
Of capitalists throughout the land.
But all are astounded, their foes confounded,
For they still remain a union grand.
Then hail to this fighting band!
Good luck to their union grand!

They're all fighters from the word go!
And to the master, they'll bring disaster!
And if you'll join them, they'll let you know
Just the reason the boss must go.

You live on coffee and on doughnuts;
The boss lives on porterhouse steak.
You work ten hours a day and live in huts;
The boss lives in the palace you make.
You face starvation, hunger, privation,
But the boss is always well-fed.
Though of low station, you've built this nation:
Built it upon your dead.
Then when will you get wise?
When will you open your eyes?

They're all fighters from the word go!
And to the master, they'll bring disaster!
And if you'll join them, they'll let you know
Just the reason the boss must go.

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