A G Joe spoke no english but he had a dream A G And he saved up most of his pay A G To bring his wife and six kids from Lebanon G D A And settle down here to stay A G You could feel the prison of his loneliness A G He wouldn't see them for years A G He kept brandy behind the compressed air tanks G D A And he gulped it when the coast was clear A G Nick the Greek collected tropical fish A G Had to be a character too A G Smuggled in Pirhana just to break the law G D A And he fed them on kangaroo A G Bob's pride was his handlebar moustache A G Said he still combed out sand A G Pushed a tank through the Sahara desert G D A So they made him the leading hand G D And the summer night shifts were long and cool D/F# D Charlie chain smoked cigars D/C# D/B D/A David sweated in his speckled paint mask G G/F# Em As he gazed out at the stars A G Crazy Charlie was a Yugoslav A G His old straight eight Chevy could move A G His ambition was to live on a hippie commune G D A When Dave told him about free love A G Fred had been a farmer and a heavyweight champ A G Hands like a stump jump plough A G Moved the earth with a thrust of his arms G D A He was loading on the paint line now G D And the boys made a noise every Friday night D/F# D At the bar of the Hilton Hotel D/C# D/B D/A Downing pints and chewing the fat G G/F# Em Till the ten o'clock closing bell A G It was only rumour til the foreman came A G And hiding his shame with a cough A G He said they're cutting back down to one shift now G D A They're gonna have to lay you off G D Joe held his gaze and gulped a brandy D/F# D And spat it out at his feet D/C# D/B D/A Bob stood bolt still looking thunderstruck G G/F# Em Nick swore for an hour in Greek A G Their anger was spent in a rush of fire A G And smouldered out of mind A G When they shook hands on that last grey day G D A Each was in his way resigned A G Then a few days later I saw old Joe A G Looking like he'd aged ten years A G Drunk on the tiles at the Stag Hotel G D A And he couldn't hold back the tears G D Fred had talked of his grueling heavyweight bouts D/F# D I remembered what he'd said D/C# D/B D/A There's no giving up on that killing floor G G/F# Em If you don't fight you're dead A G If you work with your hands for your livelihood A G Some day you might have to choose A G When the class war rages on the factory floor G D A If you don't fight you lose If you don't fight you loose...
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