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We Just Come to Work Here

Anne Feeney
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Songwriter: Harry “OR” Stamper
Updated lyrics & Music by Anne Feeney
Album: Union Maid [2005]

"Oregon" longshoreman Harry Stamper wrote this song after his boss asked him to put his life at risk one day on the docks. "Why don't you get in there?" shouted Harry's boss. "Why don't you just lay down in the driveway and lick your balls?" replied Harry. Thanks to the Occupational Safety and Health Act, Harry was able to appeal his firing and get his job back. It was determined that Harry would have been killed if he had listened to his boss.
Working at this job is dirty and dangerous And I'm taking risks anyway.
Oh, if I had the time and the proper equipment, I could do my job safely each day.
Everybody here says they're sticklers for safety, -and I'm not here to say that they lie;
I'm saying we just come to work here – We don't come to die.

Now I don't want your chemicals clouding my brain, I want to keep all of my fingers and toes.
I want to hear those cheers with both of my ears, When my working days come to a close.
Work that I do here is dangerous enough Don't you rush me and I'm telling you why
"We just come to work here – We don't come to die."

Now, while you're up there talking in an air-conditioned office
On a telephone that's OSHA-approved,
Go on and tell me how much you've been spending on safety,
Pardon me – I'm not moved.

There's only one way to put an end to the slaughter, Just look your boss right in the eye,
And say: «We just come to work here – We don't come to die »

Now, you know, we sat still through eight years of Reagan, watched OSHA brought down to its knees
Saw lots of union busting and watched our plants rusting, while our jobs were shipped overseas.
Sixty thousand workers that we buried last year found the cost of doing business too high.
We just come to work here – We don't come here to die.

Now, while you're up there talking in an air-conditioned office
On a telephone that's OSHA-approved,
Go on and tell me how much you've been spending on safety,
-Pardon me – I'm not moved.
There's only one way to put an end to the slaughter, just look your boss right in the eye,
Tell him « We just come to work here – We don't come to die,

We just come to work here – We don't come to die »

inviata da giorgio - 7/2/2010 - 09:04



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