8.
LONG HAIRED PREACHERS

Long haired preachers come out every
  night,
Try to tell you what's wrong and
  what's right;
But when asked how 'bout something
  to eat,
They will answer with voices so sweet:

CHORUS:
You will eat, bye and bye,
In that glorious land above the sky;
Work and pray, live on hay,
You'll get pie In the sky when
  you die.

If you fight hard for children and
  wife,
Try to get something good in this
  life;
You're a sinner and a bad man, they
  tell,
When you die you will sure go to hell.

CHORUS:

Workingmen of all countries, unite!
Side by side, we for freedom will
  fight;
When the world and its wealth we
  have gained,
To the grafters we will sing this
  refrain:

LAST CHORUS:

You will eat bye and bye,
When you've learned how to cook and 
  to fry.
Chop some wood, 'twill do you good,
And you'll eat in the sweet bye and
  bye.
 

THE UNION MAID
     (Tune: Redwing)

There once was a union maid, she 
  never was afraid
Of goons and ginks and company finks
And the deputy sheriffs who made the 
  raid.
She went to the union hall when a
  meeting it was called
And when the bosses' boys came 'round
She always stood her ground.
                           (cont.)

CHORUS:
O, you can't scare me, I'm sticking
  to the union,
I'm sticking to the union, I'm 
  sticking to the union.
O, you can't scare me, I'm sticking
  to the union,
I'm sticking to the union, 'til the
  day I die.

This union maid was wise to the
  tricks of company spies,
She couldn't be fooled by the company
  stool.
She'd always organize the guy's.
She always got her way when she
  struck for better pay.
She'd show her card to the National
  Guard
And this is what she'd say:

CHORUS:

You gals who want to be free, just
  take a tip from me,
Get you a man who's a union man
And join the ladies' auxiliary.
Married life ain't hard when you've
  got a union card,
A union man has a happy life
When he's got a union wife.

CHORUS:
 

WHEN THE C.I.O. IS IN
     (Tune: When the Saints Come Marching 
            In)

Oh, when the C (Oh, when the C)
I O is in (I O is in)
Oh, when the CIO is in;
Oh, Lord, I want to be in that
  number,
When the CIO is in.

Oh, when the South is organized...

When we can live, both proud and
  free...

Oh, when we build our union strong...

Oh, when the CIO is in...


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