Get thee behind me, Satan
Lee Hays, Millard Lampell, Pete Seeger/Almanac Singers (1941)
| A | |
| My Boss comes up to me with a five-dollar bill, |
| A7 | |
| Says, "Get you some whiskey, boy, and | drink your fill." |
| A7 | D | A | |
| Get thee | behind me, Satan, travel on down the | line. |
| E7 | D7 | A | |
| I am a | union man, gonna | leave you be | hind. |
| A red-headed woman took me out to dine, |
| Says, "Love me, baby, leave your union behind." |
| Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line. |
| I am a union man, gonna leave you behind. |
| On the Fourth of July, the politicians say, |
| "Vote for us and we'll raise your pay." |
| Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line. |
| I am a union man, gonna leave you behind. |
| Oh, the company union sent out a call, |
| They said, "Join us in the summer, we'll forget you in the fall." |
| Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line. |
| I am a union man, gonna leave you behind. |
| If anyone should ask you your union to sell, |
| Just tell him where to go, send him back to hell! |
| Get thee behind me, Satan, travel on down the line. |
| I am a union man, gonna leave you behind. |