– Performed by Don ‘Lefty’ Williams
– Words by Mark L Berry & Music by Don ‘Lefty’ Williams in Lake St. Louis, MO

Dear Scab – lyrics

You want to take my job
You don’t care about me
You don’t care at all
How I feed my family
You don’t care at all
About my airline or career
You just want to have
What you think that I have here

Oh scab, you haven’t earned a thing
You haven’t earned a place
Among brothers wearing wings
You haven’t paid your dues
You’ve stepped across the line
You don’t see a problem taking what is mine

You step onto the plane
With wings upon your chest
But you’re the only one
Thinking you’re the best
You haven’t cut your teeth
Through the worst of winter snow
Or secured a failed engine
Without a radio

Oh scab, you haven’t earned a thing
You haven’t earned your place
With our brothers wearing wings
You haven’t paid your dues
You’ve stepped across the line
You don’t see a problem taking what is mine

While you’re away
It wouldn’t break my heart
If someone found your car
Made sure it didn’t start
While you take my plane
If someone took your wheels
It wouldn’t break my heart
If someone showed you how it feels

Oh scab, you haven’t earned a thing
You haven’t earned your place
Among brothers wearing wings
You haven’t paid your dues
You’ve stepped across the line
You don’t see a problem taking what is mine

Street Justice