Story Behind the Song
"Someone once said that great art comes from pain. Keith Owens knows the feeling. Until July, 1995, Owens was an editorial writer and columnist for the Detroit Free Press.... Blue Spirit Tribe, ... picked as one of the city's best blues bands in last year's Detroit Music Awards, has just issued its first CD.... Needless to say, Owens won't talk to the scab papers, yet a Detroit News scab free-lancer priased the CD, and especially Owens' work on the caustically titled 'My Darling Serpentine.'"
Robert Musial, special to the Detroit Sunday Journal.
Lyrics
1.
Damn near two years, been out here on this strike.
The company and a rattlesnake, they a whole lot alike.
Damn near two years, somebody stole my job.
Used to be a friend of mine, now he's workin' for the mob.
Chorus:
But that's all right, oh yeah, oh yeah, you know that's all right,
'Cause those things can't stand upright, they go crawlin' round in the thick of night.
2.
July '95 is when it all began.
After all this time out here standing, won't never fall for that again.
They say things happen for a reason, yeah sometimes maybe even two.
But one reason I got, ain't never been nobody's fool.
Chorus
3.
So the moving hand done writ, and having writ moves on.
Still got a lot a live, still got to hang on.
This war ain't over, but most wars never do.
Always get started, some fool decides he don't like you.
Y'all heard the story 'bout the chicken and the duck.
The duck say "fight the power," the chicken say "I don't give a cluck."
This war won't end till chickens take the time
To give a cluck about something, 'stead of laying them damn eggs all the time.
Chorus
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