Katie bar the door
par Street Dogs
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When I graduated high school
College not my scene
So I got a job at home for me
Feeling good about my opportunity
It´s got benefits and decent pay... but they say
We hit a stalemate, looks bleak for us
A strike or lock-out or wholesale bust
Think to myself what a hell of a start
As we file down to Kate´s Tavern
Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails
Any hope for calm went John B. Sails
We´re in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind
And raise a glass to better times
The rumor mill´s dispelled the official word comes down
They´re gonna move our jobs real far away
Settle to another country where mistreatment for the workers is so commonplace... the judge says
"We cannot stop them, they´re free to go"
He looks me in the eyes he says "I can´t help you son"
Whatever happened to America?
She was sold twenty-six fuckin´ long years ago
Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails
Any hope for calm went John B. Sails
We´re in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind
And raise a glass to better times
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Why sing about the unions again?
They have all died away
We are now in the midst of a brand new world economy
I don´t believe them, I won´t despair
They are regrouping, they´re coming back to stay
Twelve percent can climb back up to fifty percent
Once again, my friend, a message we´ll send
Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails
Any hope for calm went John B. Sails
We´re in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind
And raise a glass to better times
Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails
Any hope for calm went John B. Sails
We´re in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind
And raise a glass to better times
We´ll raise a glass to better times
We´ll raise a glass to better times
College not my scene
So I got a job at home for me
Feeling good about my opportunity
It´s got benefits and decent pay... but they say
We hit a stalemate, looks bleak for us
A strike or lock-out or wholesale bust
Think to myself what a hell of a start
As we file down to Kate´s Tavern
Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails
Any hope for calm went John B. Sails
We´re in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind
And raise a glass to better times
The rumor mill´s dispelled the official word comes down
They´re gonna move our jobs real far away
Settle to another country where mistreatment for the workers is so commonplace... the judge says
"We cannot stop them, they´re free to go"
He looks me in the eyes he says "I can´t help you son"
Whatever happened to America?
She was sold twenty-six fuckin´ long years ago
Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails
Any hope for calm went John B. Sails
We´re in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind
And raise a glass to better times
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Why sing about the unions again?
They have all died away
We are now in the midst of a brand new world economy
I don´t believe them, I won´t despair
They are regrouping, they´re coming back to stay
Twelve percent can climb back up to fifty percent
Once again, my friend, a message we´ll send
Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails
Any hope for calm went John B. Sails
We´re in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind
And raise a glass to better times
Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails
Any hope for calm went John B. Sails
We´re in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind
And raise a glass to better times
We´ll raise a glass to better times
We´ll raise a glass to better times