Dirty Overhauls - Mischief Brew

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