Dirty Overhauls

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