[ Lyrics ]
Union Man
(Jim Ambrose)
I make my living puttin' trucks together, I'm a welding man on the assembly line
Work for an hour I get 18 dollars, got my benefit plan I'm a Union Man, oh yeah
I was born and raised right here in Saginaw, and my daddy was a soldier in the Vietnam War
He got me in the Union back in '91, the year my son was born, right after Desert Storm, oh yeah
Well I'm a Union Man, I'm a Union Man
I make an honest living working with my hands
Well there talking 'bout cutting back, reducing pay
Hey Mr. GM man you know we'd like to stay
They say the glory days of the Union Man have come and gone
They're building trucks down in Mexico, well so long
You know it just seems wrong
Well there's a U.S. flag flapping in the Michigan snow, its mounted in a gold brace above the factory door
We're marching out in front with our signs white and black, hey Mr. GM man you know we want our jobs back
Well I'm a Union Man, I'm a Union Man
I make an honest living working with my hands
Well there talking 'bout cutting back, reducing pay
Hey Mr. GM man you know we'd like to stay
Used to make my living puttin' trucks together
Used to make my living puttin' trucks together
Hero Son
(Jim Ambrose)
He's gone away again, like a phantom on the wind
Took his gun and a duffle bag and his motor bike
Probably drove to Yuma, he knows a girl out there
She wont ask about the crazy things he's seen or the things he's done
Yeah My Hero Son
My Hero Son
All the time you spent, with your child hood football friend
Now he comes home from that Desert War a different man
Got metal in his shoulder, looking 10 years older
And the VA man said dont call me back until your tour is done
Yeah my Hero Son
Oh my Hero Son
Well my Hero Son
So down the road he goes, his soul shot full of holes
He's got a silver star in a cardboard box in his mama's house
She lives in West Virginia. He ought to go and see her
And his Daddy brags to his bar room friends 'bout his Hero Son
Yeah my Hero Son
Oh my Hero Son
Well my Hero Son
Just a Poor Boy
(Jim Ambrose)
I'm just a Poor Boy, from a small town, crawlin' round the desert got my head down
Got my machine gun, got my silver bullet too, if you plan on doing wrong boy I'll be coming after you
I go a long way from home, out here in the darkness all alone
I go a long, long long way
I've been around, for a long time. I've been bleedin' for my country on the front lines yeah
Out in the Jungle, in the snowy mountains too, I fought the blitzkreig and the rising sun, I'm only 22
I go a long way from home, out here in the darkness all alone
I go a long, long long way
I might be bleeding but I wont fall down
Now Politicians, with their silk suits, they love to buy my weapons but they cant shoot
They start the wars, they never bleed. They call me on the telephone when muscle's what they need
I go a long way from home, out here in the darkness all alone
I go a long, long long way
I might be bleeding but I wont fall down