Lyrics:
in the balzing sun.
He's just a Stevedore,
Down on that Swanee shore,
Working and singing a song;
He's dusky brow is wet,
He doesn't mind the sweat,
to the docks in the stevedore way
And I worked the day through, hauling barrels and crates
A-cursing my God and the hand of the fates
The next day when I got
Mr stevedore!
Pay me my money now!
Thought I heard, the old man say
Pay me my money now!
Go to shore, spend all your pay!
Pay me my money now!
stevedore
Here's a message you can't ignore
Turn on the sun, turn on the sun
Light up the world,come everyone
Turn off the wind, thunder and rain
Turn
here she is parading on the quayside
You can find her every night
Ah, waiting for a stevedore from Tyneside -
Why it's Rene, the docker's delight!
There she is parading on the quayside
You can find her every night
Ah, waiting for a stevedore from Tyneside
Why it's Rene, the docker's delight!
Soldiers and the stevedores
We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
Our eyes align, swaddled in our civies
Cradled in our dungarees
But You
My
and snow
As I watched the sun go down
The night is just begun
This is my home now
For I am a new American
Eddie the Butcher was a stevedore
We
sailors and stevedores
Beggars and bankers, Persons unknown
Football crowd hooligans, bunking off school again
Workers down tools again, United's at home
rat a tat tat tat.
Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands, weighing down that union man.
Grab his ankles, stevedores,
Oh how those Jets do roar.
Got to get
nets hang, and the bouy bells clang,|You marvel at the stevedores' might.|And the big empty ships, from the docks they slip|Away in the silence
Live on the fat man's dime
Stevedores bear the chair you ride
Show mercy girl, show the ghost to me
Your ornament and gimcrackery
[Chorus: x8]
od Scott Joplin
[SOLO MAN #2]
In St. Louis
[SOLO WOMAN #2]
Bought himself some piano lessons
Working as a stevedore.
[SOLO MAN #3]
Here was a music
the jewels out
The stevedores are in for a third of the take
And I don't think they're onto me
There comes a time to take
The things you're owed
There comes
to run my fingers
Up and down your seams
Find your little secret
Find out if all is as it seems
Jailbait nylons
Platinum curls
Arms like a stevedore
Chest
errorless
Can hit a bullseye in the dark of night, yeah
I like the stevedores who load them boats
Short order cooks making them eggs and toast
Them lion
coined the term "boycott" down around Westport
Ironically it might just be our proudest export
Call for BDS and more trade embargoes
For stevedores in
our children White Flag Warriors
Core-to-core
Were the ones
We've been waiting for
We hold steady
Steadier than stevedores
Not tevias
a shrink a reverend
Some shrewd pastor
A sailor stevedore longshoreman
Miner in a Union gang
Working for the Russians
A Whistler in a Vaudeville Band
Refr.:
our children White Flag Warriors
Core-to-core
Were the ones
We've been waiting for
We hold steady
Steadier than stevedores
Not tevias
the jewels out
The stevedores are in for a third of the take
And I don't think they're onto me
There comes a time to take
The things you're owed
There comes
the steelworks down
Now the stevedores are puttin up a fight they're gathering the men down at the docks
Dad still believes they can make things right says
of plasticity. Water diviner point me towards the source. I am a stevedore hauling heavy cargo from the bowels of the ship I spat a thought cleansing spit wiping
And I've spun those ropes, stacked those boats
I bashed that wheel again around
For I'm a stevedore who works on the shore
And I've reason to be proud
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