The summer of 1957 I worked at Dick’s Men’s Shop and Bremerton Locker

Club for $1.00 per.

“Watch out for the union man,” Dick warned. “He’ll take your money’n

go.” Dick kept me hidden when the union man’d show.

Then he caught me right and took my money, sure. Instead of $1.00 per,

Dick now paid me $1.25, but the extra $.25 went to the union cause

while I still got $1.00 all summer without pause.

I’ve got the union dues brother can you spare a dime blues, got’m to

the bottom of my ever-lovin blue suede shoes.

Oh, yeah.

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