Next Century (for Woody)

The boss man comes to tell the man
You’ve got to plow the field
I’ll feed you on dirt and grime
And day old onion peels
The worker raised his hatchet
He raised up his scared hand
He tied that the boss to the plow
And headed for the promise land

You can call me clever
You can call me rain
But when I pull down that lever
I pull a union name


- Chris Mansel