Well, the guns of war have roared And the bombs and shells have fallen The war clouds, they rambled as they roared I was a soldier in that fight And I fought until we won My uniform is my dirty overhauls This piece of land that I stand on is my battlefield and home My plough and my hoe is my gun Clothes don't make no difference at all We are workers, fighters all Marching in our dirty overhauls
Well, I give you my sweat And I give you my blood I give you your bread and your wine Before I be any man's slave, I'll be rotting down in my grave Lay me down in my dirty overhauls It seems so onerous to me, this blatant thievery Stretchin' out its wicked, crooked hand Well, we're settled here to stay And we'll stick here all our days Marching in our dirty overhauls Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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