I remember when I was a little kid meeting Daddy 'neath the 3-M lights And I'd ride home on his shoulders through those hot New Jersey nights And he always told when I got old that I would work there too Now twenty years on the line and in two weeks time they're telling me I am through Now, you don't have to tell me that times are bad and there's trouble all around And I'm glad my Daddy never lived to see what's happening to this town But I turned on the news just this morning and it gave me chills to see Some 3-M workers in South Africa walking off their jobs for me You go to know when to move You go to know when to stand You got to know when to follow When to take command Well, you gotta know how to recognize Your story when you hear it From just the other side of the railroad tracks Or an ocean away from here Now, I've never been much for politics and I've kept my nose real clean But, you know, that just this morning I've been changed by what I've seen 'Cause the people in the next town over don't seem to give a damn While some folks living off in slavery risk their lives to take my stand You go to know when to move You go to know when to stand You got to know when to follow When to take command Well, you gotta know how to recognize Your story when you hear it From just the other side of the railroad tracks Or an ocean away from here From the graveyards in Soweto to the Freehold chimney stacks There's chains upon the factory gates and there's chains upon the backs And ain't it strange how people change when they find they're not alone It'll make you strong just to hear your song ten thousand miles from home You go to know when to move You go to know when to stand You got to know when to follow When to take command Well, you gotta know how to recognize Your story when you hear it From just the other side of the railroad tracks Or an ocean away from here