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When I awoke one mornin', there was a feelin' in the airEverything was quiet, things were different everywhereThe Wobblies were back again with Joe Hill at the micWhen all the minimum wage workers went on strikeThere was no one pumpin' gasoline, no one drivin' from town to townNo one at the registers, all the highways were shut downThe cars were stuck in the garage, CEOs on bikesWhen all the minimum wage workers went on strikeThere was no one flippin' burgers, all the grills were coldOnion rings were in their bags, fries were growin' moldThere were no baristas at Starbucks askin', "How many shots would you like?"When all the minimum wage workers went on strikeThe fruit was fallin' off the trees, no one to load the truckCorn was rotting on the stalks, no farmhands to shuck The Workfare workers were hangin' at home, spendin' the day with their tykesWhen all the minimum wage workers went on strikeYuppie parents were housebound, their nannies left the jobWal-Mart workers said, "Enough of our labor has been robbed"The Foot Locker was locked up, the boss had to take a hikeWhen all the minimum wage workers went on strikeWhen I awoke one mornin', there was a feelin' in the airEverything was quiet, things were different everywhereThe Wobblies were back again with T-Bone at the micWhen all the minimum wage workers went on strike,When all the minimum wage workers went on strike From Letras Mania