| Oh I laid down your railroads, every mile of track
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| With the muscles on my arm and the sweat upon my back
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| And now the trains are rolling, they roll to every shore
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| You tell me that my job is through, there ain’t no work no more
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| Though I laid down your highways all across the land
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| With the ringing of the steel and the power of my hands
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| And now the roads are there like ribbons in the sky
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| You tell me that my job is through but still I wonder why
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| For the wages were low and the hours were long
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| And the labor was all I could bear
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| Now you’ve got new machines for to take my place
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| And you tell me it’s not mine to share
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| Though I laid down your factories and laid down your fields
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| With my feet on the ground and my back to your wheels
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| And now the smoke is rising, the steel is all a-glow
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| I’m walking down a jobless road and where am I to go
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| Oh I laid down your railroads, every mile of track
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| With the muscles on my arm and the sweat upon my back
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| And now the trains are rolling, they roll to every shore
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| You tell me that my job is through, there ain’t no work no more
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| Though I laid down your highways all across the land
|
| With the ringing of the steel and the power of my hands
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| And now the roads are there like ribbons in the sky
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| You tell me that my job is through but still I wonder why
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| For the wages were low and the hours were long
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| And the labor was all I could bear
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| Now you’ve got new machines for to take my place
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| And you tell me it’s not mine to share
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| Though I laid down your factories and laid down your fields
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| With my feet on the ground and my back to your wheels
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| And now the smoke is rising, the steel is all a-glow
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| I’m walking down a jobless road and where am I to go
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| Tell me, where am I to go |