Lyrics

Bringing The Big Man Down
Lyrics and Music by Woody Russell / ©℗ 2003, Woody Russell, Cats Up The Street Music, ASCAP

I hear the big man’s coming down
To show his cronies how mighty he is
He’ll lean over the banister
And proclaim what glorious profit is his
Like the victory of a spoiled child
Of a self appointed king
But we all know he wears a stolen crown
And we all know the big man’s going down

We run his machinery
And stoke his furnaces in Hell
It’s deadly mine and millwork
Still he threatens with violence, as well
There’s talk of unionizing
While his heavies push us ‘round
The picket lines become a killing ground
But we all know the big man’s going down

He’s going down, going down
The big man’s going down
Dig a shallow grave in the cold, cold ground
‘Cause we’re bringing the big man down
We’re bringing the big man down

Broke my fathers back, he did
When Dad fought to end his poverty
And I’ll only leave this line tonight
For a fair days wage and some dignity
We’re the flesh and blood of labor ‘against the captains of industry
The battle lines are drawn this side of town
And we all know the big man’s going down

He’s going down, going down
The big man’s going down
We’re digging a shallow grave in the cold, cold ground
‘Cause we’re bringing the big man down
We’re bringing the big man down