When I graduated high school

College not my scene

So I got a job at home for me

Feeling good about my opportunity

It's got benefits and decent pay... but they say


We hit a stalemate, looks bleak for us

A strike or lock-out or wholesale bust

Think to myself what a hell of a start

As we file down to Kate's Tavern


Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails

Any hope for calm went John B. Sails

We're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind

And raise a glass to better times


The rumor mill's dispelled the official word comes down

They're gonna move our jobs real far away

Settle to another country where mistreatment for the workers is so commonplace... the judge says


"We cannot stop them, they're free to go"

He looks me in the eyes he says "I can't help you son"

Whatever happened to America?

She was sold twenty-six fuckin' long years ago


Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails

Any hope for calm went John B. Sails

We're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind

And raise a glass to better times


Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey

Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey


Why sing about the unions again?

They have all died away

We are now in the midst of a brand new world economy


I don't believe them, I won't despair

They are regrouping, they're coming back to stay

Twelve percent can climb back up to fifty percent

Once again, my friend, a message we'll send


Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails

Any hope for calm went John B. Sails

We're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind

And raise a glass to better times


Katie, bar the door, we are jumping off the rails

Any hope for calm went John B. Sails

We're in your pub tonight to sing of good days left behind

And raise a glass to better times

We'll raise a glass to better times

We'll raise a glass to better times