Workers of the World Unite!

I come from East Virginia
 Where I was born
 In an old back shed
 My father moved us
 To new Orleans
 Where he was forced
 To use his hands
 Then late one night
 They took him away from us
 Because he learned
 To use his head
 My mother cried
 When the judge said "life"
 The union
 Was his only crime
 I'm still told to leave it
 All behind
 I spent my whole life on
 A picket line
 Screaming
 Workers unite
 Don't give up the fight
 Workers of the world unite
 Unite!
 At my old age
 I'm still working as a slave
 The bosses work you
 To your grave
 They claim to be
 Like common folk
 They packed their bags
 When the levees broke
 For five long days
 I watched the waters rise
 I was forgotten
 And left to die
 I've got no country
 I've got no home
 Or no one
 To call my own
 I'm driftin' back
 To East Virginia
 I'm going back to that ol'
 Dark shed
 I remember
 What my father said
 When he was waiting
 On line for bread
 Screaming
 Workers unite
 Don't give up the fight
 Workers of the world
 Unite! unite!
 Workers unite
 Don't give up the fight
 Workers of the world
 Unite! unite