Roll the Union On

At the east end of town, at the foot of the hill

Stands a chimney so tall that says Aragon Mill.

But there's no smoke at all coming out of the stack,

For the mill has pulled out, and it ain't coming back.

Now I'm too old to work and I'm too young to die,

And there's no place to go for my old man and I.

There's no children at all in the narrow, empty streets.

Now the looms have al! gone, it's so quiet, I can't sleep.

And the only tune I hear is the sound of the wind,

As it blows through the town - weave and spin, weave and spin.

and Lee Hayes, U.S.A.

If the bosses are in the way, we're gonna roll right over them.

We're gonna roll right over them, we're gonna roll right over them.

If the bosses are in the way, we're gonna roll right over them

We're gonna roll the union on.

If the scabs are in the way...

If the cops are in the way...

Whoever's in the way...

‘This song came out of the Southern Tenaat Farmers’ Union, founded in 1934 to organize black

and white cotton sharecroppers.