Get Thee Behind Thee Satan
Boss comes up to me with a five-dollar bill,
Says, "Get you some whiskey, boy, and drink your fill."
Get thee behind me, Satan,
Travel on down the line.
I am a union man,
Gonna leave you behind.
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, then 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.
Writer/s: Lee Hays / Millard Lampell / Pete Seeger
