Hank Woji—THE WORKING LIFE

The Working Life
2014

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Punchin’ That Clock
The Pigs At The Trough
When The Waves Come Crashin’ Over The Wall
Come Join A Union!
Livin’ On The Edge
Chasin’ My Headlights Again
Talkin’ Bout A Revolution


My Last Will
I Ought To Know
Yuletide Blues
There Was A Crooked Man
Plegaria A Un Labrador
Factory


Punchin' That Clock – Colin Brooks, Don Buford & Hank Woji

© 2013 Thundering Waves Music all rights reserved


I wake up every morning, walk right out that door
Same way like my daddy did, ten thousand times before
Proudly joined the union, I paid my dues, now that’s a fact

Thirty five years I been punchin’ that clock
Now it’s punchin’ back

Economy keeps growin’, markets on the rise
But wages keep a fallin’ back, ain’t no relief in sight
And the rich keep gettin’ richer, but I just can’t stay in the black

Thirty five years I been punchin’ that clock
Now it’s punchin’ back

Comp’ny wants concessions, our pensions all but gone
Now they’re closin’ down some plants, shippin’ jobs to Vietnam
Then the governor signs the orders, and busts the unions just like that!

 

Thirty five years I been punchin’ that clock
Now it’s punchin back

So I got me a second job, wife’s out workin’ too
Truck still sittin’ in the shop, mortgage overdue
My oldest boy wants college, his sister next in line
But now word is comin’ down, they’re cuttin’ back our overtime
And my doctor says better slow down, just might have a heart attack

Thirty five years I been punchin’ that clock
Now it’s punchin back
Thirty five years I been punchin’ that clock
Now it’s punchin back


The Pigs At The Trough – Hank Woji

© 2006 Thundering Waves Music all rights reserved



Oh, the pigs at the trough they just can’t keep from lyin’
And stealing from the poor is just so damned gratifyin’ 
As they squeeze the last drops of blood from our stones 
Break the working class, suck the marrow from our bones
Living high on the hog while the rest of us are cryin’
The pigs at the trough they just can’t keep from lyin’

Oh, the pigs at the trough see the world thru colored glasses
They’re princes of arrogance, born ruling classes
It’s not just enough to cajol and berate
They’re addicted to power so they must dominate
They’re the sovereign lords over all the huddled masses
The pigs at the trough see the world thru colored glasses

Oh, the pigs at the trough they just know they’re all blessed
So they’re making damn sure they get more and we get less
With their kinder and gentler compassionate ways
We’ll be paying off their debts till the end of our days
And without a doubt they’re leaving us one hell of a mess
The pigs at the trough they just know they’re all blessed

Now, the pigs at the trough come in all colors, shapes and sizes
Masters of deception in all manner of disguises
They party on the left, then they party on the right
Then they all move to the middle and proceed to start a fight
And for all the trusting fools they save their nastiest surprises
The pigs at the trough come in all colors shapes and sizes

Now, those piggies don’t stop gorging when their bellies get stuffed
Just get to chewing harder when the grizzle gets tough
And if you try to stop them they’re prepared to get rough
Oh, the pigs at the trough they just can’t get enough

Oh, the pigs at the trough speak in dangerous tongues
They rant and they rave at the top of their lungs
That gray don’t exist, and black is pearly white
And if you’re up against them then you just can’t be right
They’ll swallow you whole, They even eat their young
The pigs at the trough speak in dangerous tongues

Oh, the pigs at the trough never listen to reason
Anyone who questions them gets lashed at for treason
What’s truth and what’s fact are for them to decide
All critics standing up, just for them to deride
On science and logic it’s always open season
The pigs at the trough they never listen to reason

Oh, the pigs at the trough, they are all true believers
Wolves in sheep’s clothing, flag draped deceivers
Living in their castles with their alligator moats
Spending half their time shoving Jesus down our throats
A self righteous bunch of rank and file underachievers
The pigs at the trough they are all true believers

Oh, the pigs at the trough love to beat the drums of war
They’re lining up in droves just to make a hefty score
With their twisted dreams and their warped reality
The God almighty dollar is all that they ever see
There’s good money to be made on the blood of the poor
The pigs at the trough love to beat the drums of war

Now, those piggies don’t stop gorging when their bellies get stuffed
Just get to chewing harder when the grizzle gets tough
And if you try to stop them they’re prepared to get rough
Oh, the pigs at the trough they just can’t get enough

The pigs at the trough never saw that crash a comin’
They were all too busy lootin’ the country they were runnin’
Way too busy doing what all good piggies should
Stuffing all their pockets just as fast as they could
Looking straight at us, down the noses they’re thumbin’
The pigs at the trough never saw that crash a comin’


When The Waves Come Crashin' Over The Wall – Hank Woji

© 2013 Thundering Waves Music ASCAP all rights reserved

 

Storm clouds a risin’, on the southern shore
Blood red horizon, the devil’s at my door
Honey, grab the children, take ‘em back up the stairs
Water food and flashlights, now all we need is a prayer

Evacuation orders, too late for runnin’ now
Windows tightly boarded, we’ll make it through this some how
Gov’nor screams bloody murder, callin’ out the national guard
This ain’t no time for gamblin’, this bitch is gonna hit hard

Oh, there won’t be any peace tonight
And we won’t get any sleep at all
Just the howling of the northeast wind
When the waves come crashing over the wall
And the waves came crashing over the wall

 

Some politicians argue, throw science right out the door
This hell of our creation, they can’t deny anymore
And preacher man don’t tell me, this is God’s price we must pay
For letting women have a choice, or for the right to be gay

Too long our heels been draggin’, when something shoulda been done
Flood waters keep a risin’, from here to kingdom come
Got no more time to waste on, this corporate runaround
It’s time to rise and take a stand, or head for higher ground

Cause there won’t be any peace tonight
And we won’t get any sleep at all
Hear the howling of the northeast wind
When the waves come crashing over the wall
And the waves came crashing over the wall
And the waves came crashing over the wall

 


Come Join A Union! – Hank Woji

© 2011 Thundering Waves Music ASCAP all rights reserved

 

We’re your sons and your daughters, your moms and your dads
We’re your aunts and your uncles, all the best friends you’ve had
We’re your brothers and sisters, we’re folks just like you
We’re all union workers, and proud to be too!

We’re teaching your children, we’re the cops on the beat
We pick up your garbage, from Main to Wall Street
We’re the EMS workers, and the firefighters too
We’re all union workers, and we’re working for you

Chorus
So come join a union, we’ll lend you a hand
Speak truth to power, across this great land
Cause the bosses won’t listen, till we organize
With a hand on the plow and our eyes on the prize

We’re the miners who work in the bowels of the earth
We’re the nurses with Mom at the time of your birth
We clean up your office at the end of each day
We’re connecting your cell phones and flying your planes

The food on your table was picked by our hands
The music you love played by your favorite bands
The writers and the actors on your TV shows
We’re all union workers, or didn’t you know

Chorus
So come join a union, we’ll lend you a hand
Speak truth to power, across this great land
Cause the bosses won’t listen, till we organize
With a hand on the plow and our eyes on the prize

We made all those cars, that you drive on your streets
We fixed all the potholes, mixed all the concrete
We’re the truckers who transport our goods all around
And we’re loading up ships for wherever they’re bound

 

We built your skyscrapers, sewed clothes that you wear
We built all your churches, did you say a prayer?
For the men and the women, and the good work they do
God Bless the unions, and their workers too

Chorus
So come join a union, we’ll lend you a hand
Speak truth to power, across this great land
Cause the bosses won’t listen, till we organize
With a hand on the plow and our eyes on the prize

We fought for your weekends and your eight hour day
We fought for fair wages, vacations with pay
We fought for job safety, and your pensions too
When all’s said and done, we’re still fighting for you

Now they call it class warfare and it’s been declared
By big business interests and smug billionaires
On middle class workers and their families
But the unions are fighting, for you and for me

Chorus
So come join a union, we’ll lend you a hand
Speak truth to power, across this great land
Cause the bosses won’t listen, till we organize
With a hand on the plow and our eyes on the prize

Chorus
Got a hand on the plow and our eyes on the prize

 


Livin’ On The Edge – Dan L Ford & Hank Woji

© 2006 Thundering Waves Music all rights reserved


Vickie is a single working mama
Holdin’ down three jobs for her girl Donna
Livin’ month to month and hand to mouth,
Just so many things they do without.
So, she sleeps four hours, then she works twenty.
But after food and rent there just ain’t no money
Though she keeps on tryin’ to save for better times
Those dead end jobs don’t pay no overtime

Tony sleeps down at the Greyhound station.
He’s nine months into unemployed vacation.
If he could get his mind to just slow down,
Maybe he could hold a good job down
But he joined the corps to see the whole world wide
Now those memories just fuel the ragin’ flames inside
And with the mess down at the vet’s administration
They stopped sendin’ out his daily medication

Chorus
There's a dark side to this land of the free.
For those most in need…. of opportunity
Lives come apart at the seams…When your
Livin’ on the edge
Livin’ on the edge
Livin’ on the edge of the American dream.
Livin’ on the edge of the American dream

Bridge
People watched in disbelief, where did the promise go?
While companies just shut their doors, jobs moved to Mexico
The rich got richer still, and the rest got left behind
To struggle with each other for the few jobs left to find
And the President kept preachin’ bout our strong economy
While teachers just kept teachin’ land of opportunity
And most of us learned way too late the cold hard truth
Watchin’ CEOs float gently on their golden parachutes

Now Danny drives his taxi thru the night
The meter’s slowly runnin’ on his life
Dreamin’ bout those days in centerfield
While the world goes by his dirty cracked windshield.
He was the star of his local high school team.
Till that day his ankle shattered, along with his dream
Now he counts his tips and mulls his fall from grace
Nothin’ had prepared him for this human race

Chorus
There's a dark side to this land of the free.
For those most in need…. of opportunity
Lives come apart at the seams…When your
Livin’ on the edge
Livin’ on the edge
Livin’ on the edge of the American dream
Livin’ on the edge of the American dream


Chasin' My Headlights Again – Hank Woji

© 2013 Thundering Waves Music ASCAP all rights reserved

 

Tires softly singin’, long lonesome highway
I’ll ramble back home, only God he knows when
White lines to guide me
Miles fall behind me
And I’m chasin’ my headlights again

Hot cup a coffee, truck stop near Denver
A sweet slice reminds me of somewhere I been
The waitress says “Honey”
“You look kinda weary”
And I’m chasin’ my headlights again

My sweet Tallahassee, you found your way deep in my soul
My sweet Tallahassee, was it more than my heart that you stole?

Good gig in Memphis, tip jar was singin’
It felt just like dancin’ on the head of a pin
The bartender told me
“That song really touched me”
And I’m chasin’ my headlights again

White lines to guide me
Miles fall behind me
And I’m chasin’ my headlights again
I’m chasin’ my headlights again

 


Yuletide Blues – Hank Woji

© 2006 Thundering Waves Music all rights reserved



Sidewalk’s cold as ice, my blankets bundled tight
Man, that coffee sure smells good
Evenin’ shoppers fly, on Santa’s sleigh tonight
Bearin’ gifts of gold and jewels
With peace on earth and brotherhood
If they could help me, I’m sure they would

Now, I ain’t got no wings, or wheels to carry me
Just this broke down pair of shoes
Wind so stiff and cold, no money here to fold
Now what’s a poor man got to choose
A cross to bear, I can’t refuse
Ain’t got nothin’ else to lose
And these ain’t no ordinary blues
Yuletide Blues, Yuletide Blues

A pocket full of change, will buy a pint of grace
Takes me where I need to go
I feel their eyes on me, I wonder who they see
Judgin’ what?, they sure don’t know
But this is all I got to show,
So, take a look, there ain’t no more

There’s turkey stew at five, down on the mission line
Told reverend John I’d lend a hand
Cause Pete fell down last week, said he’s still feelin’ weak
Now we don’t know if he’ll ever stand
We all just do the best we can
But how much more can one man stand
Cause these ain’t no ordinary blues
Yuletide Blues, Yuletide Blues

Once I had a friend, From Morningside, She used to come round here sometimes
We’d go find a place, Where we could smile, Always had us a time.

The cops moved Bobby Lynch, from under 12th Street Bridge
He said “You know it just ain’t right”
Me, I got my usual spot, back behind the Stop & Shop
Must be sure to keep out of sight
No strength left in me to fight
On this cold and silent night
These ain’t no ordinary blues
Yuletide Blues, Yuletide Blues


There Was A Crooked Man– Hank Woji

© 2013 Thundering Waves Music ASCAP all rights reserved

 

There was a crooked man, He lived in a crooked house
He had two crooked cats, And they caught a crooked mouse

And people were so troubled when he called their sins
Losers so despise the one who wins
But it was he unlocked the doors within. Goin’ in

There was a crooked man, He walked a crooked mile
He danced a crooked dance, And smiled a crooked smile

And people thought him foolish cause he was so free
He’s not the man he was supposed to be.
He’s just so different from you and me. Don’t you see?

We see in man’s depravity, The folly of humanity
With all good faith left far behind, And hidden truths no one can find

In unrepentant greed and lust, All justice placed in Satan’s trust
With Adam’s fall, our naked shame, Our wickedness is God’s to blame

There was a crooked man, He had a crooked scheme
He laid his crooked plans, And dreamed a crooked dream

And people never trusted him for all his lies
They all saw clearly through his cheap disguise
Too late they came around to realize. Big surprise!