| Good memories are forever
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| Said the dog on the tombstone
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| If you’re livin' underneath a bridge, man
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| All roads lead to home
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| I gotta hidden flask and I’m paid in cash
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| Gotta cross above my bed
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| I hitchhiked from Chicago
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| And a man walked up and said
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| This is a union town, a union town
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| All down the line
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| This is a union town, a union town
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| All down the line
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| And if you come to strip our rights away
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| We’ll give you hell every time
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| This is a union town, a union town
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| All down the line
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| Today the policeman’s a union man
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| Brother firefighter’s my friend
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| And the kids locked in the Capitol
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| Are fighting ‘til the end
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| And we’re not gonna break tonight
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| And we’re not gonna bend
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| Some say the union’s down
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| But I asked around
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| This is a union town, a union town
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| All down the line
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| This is a union town, a union town
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| All down the line
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| And if you come to strip our rights away
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| We’ll give you hell every time
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| This is a union town, a union town
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| All down the line
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| For every action, a reaction
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| Equal and opposite
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| That’s why, my friend, the blood tastes good
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| Every time I’m hit
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| I gotta will to win and a Cheshire grin
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| The Nightwatchman is near
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| And you can’t get it where you’re at
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| But you can sure get it here
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| So, come rain or sleet or dark of night
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| Come wind or frigid snow
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| There’s 100,000 in the street
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| And that number’s gonna grow
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| And when we put the governor on trial
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| I’ll be in the front row
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| Just take a look around
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| We’re a union town
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| One, two, three, four — let’s go!
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| This is a union town, a union town
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| All down the line
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| This is a union town, a union town
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| All down the line
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| And if you come to strip our rights away
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| We’ll give you hell every time
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| This is a union town, a union town
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| All down the line |