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The Idiot - Stan Rogers (Cover) + Bonus Verse by Seth Staton Watkins

The Idiot - Stan Rogers (Cover) + Bonus Verse by Seth Staton Watkins The original TikTok of this song has over 2 million views at this point which is absurd and I have received numerous requests to make a full version so here it is! I added the harmony that David Coffin (the chanty man) added in a TikTok duet and I added a verse at the end. As much as I love Stan Rogers, this song never sat right with me. I believe it presents a false dichotomy, to either be a slave to a capitalist overlord or a beggar taking handouts. There is a third option. A world in which the riches of the refineries and mines, offices and manufacturing plants, are shared equally among those who labor within, and not hoarded by distant despots that all too often sacrifice in the name of profit those who labor. I hope you enjoy my rendition of The Idiot by Stan Rogers. Lyrics: [Verse 1] I often take these night shift walks When the foreman’s not around I turn my back on the cooling stacks And make for open ground Far out beyond the tank-farm fence Where the gas flare makes no sound I forget the stink and I always think Back to that Eastern town [Verse 2] I remember back six years ago This western life I chose And every day the news would say Some factory’s going to close Well, I could have stayed to take the dole But I’m not one of those [Refrain] I take nothing free, and that makes me An idiot, I suppose [Verse 3] So I bid farewell to the Eastern town I never more will see But work I must so I eat this dust And breathe refinery Oh I miss the green and the woods and streams And I don’t like cowboy clothes [Refrain] But I like being free, and that makes me An idiot, I suppose [Verse 4] So come all you fine young fellows Who’ve been beaten to the ground This western life’s no paradise But it’s better than lying down Oh the streets aren’t clean, and there’s nothing green And the hills are dirty brown But the government dole will rot your soul Back there in your home town [Verse 5] So bid farewell to the Eastern town You never more will see There’s self-respect and a steady cheque In this refinery You will miss the green and the woods and streams And the dust will fill your nose [Refrain] But you’ll be free, and that makes me An idiot, I suppose [Bonus Verse] These are the words I tell myself When I miss my own hometown I tell myself that I'm doing right by turning that welfare down But now I see for you and me That I want those woods and streams For I owe my life to this workers strife Why can't I just be free