Her Name is Jean

Her name is, her name is Jean…

Her name is Jean.

Her name is Jean; she’s the one who made your sign…

She worked five nights this week, making stuff for the picket line.

She’s an ordinary worker who’s discovered her own might;

She’s the soul of what we do; she’s the heart of this fight.

She’s a single mom; her son is just fourteen;

He tells his buddies he is proud to have a mom like Jean.

When they talk about the world and the troubles they see,

He says, “I can fight for change; that’s what my mom taught me.”

Leaders get confused, organizers they get tired,

But when they talk to Jean, they walk away inspired

And no liars can dissuade us, no bosses talk us down

When we the people stand up and take back what we own.

Her name is, her name is Jean…