Stand with the People ~ Lyrics

The Freedom Train is Leaving the Station

The lender never showed me the fine print.
Come to find out, he was making a mint.
The bankers tricked me out of my house,
Then the sheriff kicked me out of my house.

We gotta organize the neighbors to fight the power.
We got to organize each other to seize the hour.
Gather together the brothers and the sisters,
Send a message down the line, hear me mister.

There ain’t no jobs so I joined the Marines.
Messed me up real bad. The things I’ve seen.
Back from Iraq, my wife was gone.
I got nowhere to go, but I’ve got to go on.

We gotta organize the soldiers to fight the power.
We got to organize the veterans to seize the hour.

Gather together the brothers and the sisters,
Send a message up the line, hear me mister.
Callin’ out around the nation,
The freedom train is leavin’ the station.

They caught me with some weed, now I’m locked behind the gates,
Workin’ for pennies, poundin’ out plates.
Conquer and divide, that’s what they do,
And beat you for backtalk, till you’re black and blue.

We gotta organize on the inside, to fight the power.
We got to mobilize on the outside, to seize the hour.

Gather together the brothers and the sisters,
Send a message down the line, hear me mister.
Callin’ out around the nation,
The freedom train is leavin’ the station.

Get on board, all the brothers and the sisters,
Send a message down the line, hear me mister.
Gather together the sisters and the brothers,
The out-of-work fathers and the grievin’ mothers.

Get on board, all the brothers and the sisters.
Send a message down the line, hear me mister (3x)

You Can Steal $26

You can steal 26 dollars, and it’s a ticket to the county jail.
But if you steal 26 million
Well, you can hop on your yacht and sail, sail away.
Oh-oh-oh-oh, you can hop on your boat and sail, sail away.

You can pull up to the bank in your pickup and say,
“This is a stickup. Gimme your stash.”
Meanwhile the Bankers can rip off the working folk
And get billions in taxpayer cash to bail them out.
Oh-oh-oh-oh, and get buckets of government bucks to bail them out.

This country has a funny system of justice,
As any old fool can see.
The police hang on the corner, itchin to bust us
While the real criminals go free.

You can steal a loaf of bread at the market,
They’ll hunt you down like a dog, no doubt.
Meanwhile the Big Boss can shut down his factory
And leave his workers on the soup line with no one to bail them out.
Ain’t that right? And leave the workin stiff with no lifeline in sight.

This country has a funny system of justice,
Even this old fool knows it’s true.
The thieves in the boardroom are hedging their bets
And boarding up Main Street too.

You can steal 26 dollars and it’s a ticket to the county jail.
But if you steal a couple of trillion
You can buy the Titanic and sail, sail away, into the sunset.
Why don’t you jump on your boat, pal, and sail, sail away.

Who Are the Terrorists in This World?

From Columbus to Custer,
With guns and poisoned blankets they led a
Massacre of native peoples. Many millions died.
Some of the very best Boston families made
A fortune from the slavery trade
That killed and kidnapped and bound in chains many millions more.

Who are the terrorists in this world?
Who are the big, big terrorists in this world?
Drones in Pakistan, bombs in Iraq:
A million sweet children won’t be comin back.
Who are the terrorists in this world?

[Tell me] Who are the terrorists in this world?
I wanta know their names, I wanta see their faces too.
[Every day] the police storm the ghetto in terror attacks.
Amadou Diallo has 41 bullets in his back
Who are the terrorists in this world?

[Tell me] Who are the terrorists in this world?
Who are the big, big terrorists in this world?
Israel’s reign of terror over Palestine,
The merchants of death and their partners in crime
[Tell me] who’s sowing terror all over this world?

Hiroshima, Nagasaki, Dresden, Belgrade:
People were the targets, innocents in their graves.
Who committed these crimes?
Who’s gonna serve some hard time?
Who are the terrorists in this world?

That Faraway Look in Your Eyes

Sometimes when I talk about some distant dream,
You get that faraway look in your eyes.

Sometimes when I fly my kite over uncharted seas,
I see that faraway look in your eyes.

Won’t you please indulge my fantasies?
They might be at the core of something real.
’Cos I’ve gone down, gone down deep, deep into you
And I know how strong, how strongly you can feel.

With your heart hangin on your sleeve
And a wanderin mind,
With that old faraway look in your eyes.

Won’t you please indulge my fantasies?
They might be at the core of something real
‘Cos we’ve gone down the road together, so close together
And I know how good, how good you make me feel.

(Seems you) Go back to some private place
That I’ll never see,
When you get that faraway look in your eyes,
… that faraway look in your eyes.

Nothing to Lose (But Our Chains)

You’re fresh out of school, lookin for some work,
It’s McDonald’s time.
Your 30 years on the job gets you a place
On the Unemployment Line.
Well, you work like a dog, pay all your bills,
And what’s left? Not one thin dime.
What do you say? What do you say? What do you say?

The police beat Rodney King, for the whole world to see,
And they walked out free.
You know it’s right to rebel, when the system’s gone to hell.
People got to be free.
Why don’t you lend me a hand, brother, take a stand.
Open your eyes and see.
What do you say? What do you say? What do you say?

Chorus
People of the world, come on, let’s come together.
Working people of the world unite, let’s come together.
We got nothing to lose but our chains, nothing to lose but our chains,
Nothing to lose but our chains, and a world to win.

At the neighborhood school, too many kids
Never learn to read.
People losing their homes, what does the government care,
They’re doin the dirty deed.
The old man sleeping on the cold street:
They took his dream, he’s gone to seed.
What do you say? What do you say? What do you say?

Chorus

Haiti Freedom Song

In Seventeen Hundred and Ninety Four
There was a French slave colony on Haiti’s shore.
Came the Revolution everyone went free
While America was running on slavery.

Picture the US rulers, consumed by fear,
An independent Black republic in the hemisphere.
So President Wilson sent in the Marines;
Twenty years later they were still on the scene.

Chorus:
Ayiti! Ayiti! Trying to get free from the bourgeoisie.
Ayiti! Ayiti! Free from the US Embassy.

And then the US propped up Papa Doc,
But when you strike the Haitian people, you struck a rock.
There was a reign of terror by the Tontons Macoutes.
Everybody rose up and gave ’em the boot.

So the people of Haiti got into the street,
Swept into power Father Aristide.
In just a few months a lot of changes made,
With hope for the future and a lot of faith.

Chorus

And then America paid for a coup d’etat,
A lot of people killed and all of that.
Company vultures and the bourgeoisie
A-gettin fat from the people’s misery.

Now the people of Haiti beginnin’ to rise,
Trying to get rid of these parasites.
(See the) light of liberty through the crack,
(Throw the) yoke of tyranny off our back.

Chorus

Ayiti! Ayiti! Spirit risin’ through the pain and tears.
Ayiti! Ayiti! Fightin for freedom 500 years.

Note: Ayiti is the name of the country of Haiti in the Haitian Kreyol language.

Undying Love

In the summer of freedom, in old Mississippi,
Andrew, Mickey and James.
Down a hot country road to the old church of Zion,
All they found was embers and flames.

Seized on the highway, surrounded by the mob.
You could smell magnolia and the kudzu vine.
Shot dead by the Klan in the swamps of Neshoba.
Their memory remains in my mind.

Fred Hampton walked the streets of Chicago,
Showin folks they have the power.
The police gunned him down in his sleep in Chicago
Deep in the midnight hour.

He had an undying love for the people.
He fought on the very front line.
Fred Hampton died in the arms of his comrades.
His memory lives on in my mind.

Rachel Corrie stood in the shadow of the house.
She said, “Don’t you bulldoze it down.”
It belongs to them: generations of farmers
In the small Palestinian town.

She had an undying love for the people.
She fought on the very front line.
Rachel died defending the land and the village.
Her memory’s alive in my mind.

Like Malcolm and Martin, these brave young soldiers,
Cut down in the prime of their lives.
They never looked back. They made their choice
To stand with the people and fight.

I have an undying love for these people.
They fought on the very front line.
They lived for me and they lived for you.
Their memory remains in our minds.
They lived for me, and they lived for you.
Their spirit lives on…in my heart.

What Kind of Country is This?

What kind of country would this be?
If there’s no job
For every one
Who needs one,
What kind of country would this be?

What kind of country would this be?
If there’s no home
For every one
Who needs one,
What kind of country would this be?

What happened to the country that I took such pride in?
People lookin out for each other in my neighborhood.
I see those hard workin faces, and all of the races,
Pullin together for the common good

What kind of country would this be?
If them that have…
Can take food
From the mouths of children,
What kind of country would this be?

What kind of country would abandon its children
To a future with no opportunity?
And if we don’t fight for what we know in our hearts is right
Then where is the home of the brave and the land of the free?

What kind of country is this?
If there’s no place
For every one
Of God’s children,
What kind of country is this? (2x)

Rockin Solidarity

When the union’s inspiration through the workers’ blood shall run,
There can be no power greater anywhere beneath the sun.
But what force on earth is weaker than the feeble strength of one?
For it’s the union yeah the union that makes us strong.

They have taken untold millions that they never toiled to earn.
But without our brain and muscle, not a single wheel could turn.
We can break their haughty power, gain our freedom when we learn
That it’s the union yeah, the union that makes us strong.
Come on people now…

Solidarity forever,
We gotta have it.
Solidarity forever,
We need it so bad.
Solidarity forever, that’s our song.
For it’s the union, yeah the union, that makes us strong.

In our hands we hold a power greater than their hoarded gold,
Greater than the deadly armies magnified a thousand fold.
We can bring to birth a new world from the ashes of the old.
For it’s the union, yeah the union, that makes us strong.
Hear the people singing…

Solidarity forever,
We gotta have it.
Solidarity forever.
People cryin for
Solidarity forever, that’s our song.
For it’s the union, yeah the union, that makes us strong.

 

All songs words and music by David Redd Welsh except: Freedom Train, $26 and Undying Love [co-written by Redd and Pete Elman]; Rockin Solidarity [lyrics adapted from Ralph Chaplin]; Masters of War [Bob Dylan]; West Virginia [Hazel Dickens]; and Pipefitter [Herman Coupel]. Original songs by David Redd Welsh ©2011 published by Tough Times Music, Terrorists ©2001; Undying Love ©2005; Nothing to Lose ©1992; Haiti Freedom Song ©1996; Rockin Solidarity ©1988.

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