| Cut my teeth in Kentucky, dynamitin' coal
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| Turned sixteen on a tanker, haulin' crude from Mexico
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| Worked my way up to Washington, made the timber fall
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| Had a card in every union and I never missed a call
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| Put me on the time clock, there ain’t nothin' I can’t do
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| How can you tell me there’s no room on the crew
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| There’s no room on the crew
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| Hell, I’ve heard that line before, yeah, I’ve heard it before
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| Tell you what I’m gonna do to prove you can use one more
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| Put your five best men together and if they fill my shoes
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| Then you can tell me there’s no room on the crew
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| Picked Tennessee tobacco till the hard times ran me out
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| Rolled steel up in Gary, they closed that big mill down
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| I did my best in Detroit city, they cut production back
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| Worked hard on the seaboard, for the railroad laying track
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| I gotta feed my family, there ain’t nothin' I won’t do
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| How can you tell me there’s no room on the crew
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| There’s no room on the crew
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| I’ve heard that line before, I’ve heard it before
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| Tell you what I’m gonna do to prove you can use one more
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| Put your five best men together and if they fill my shoes
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| Then you can tell me there’s no room on the crew
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| There’s no room on the crew
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| I’ve heard that line before, oh before
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| Tell you what I’m gonna do to prove you can use one more
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| Put your five best men together and if they fill my shoes
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| Then you can tell me there’s no room on the crew
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| Then you can tell me… there’s no room on the crew |