| Walkin' boss, walkin' boss, walkin' boss
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| Well, I don’t belong to you
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| I belong, I belong, I belong
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| To that steel drivin' crew
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| Asked that boss, for a job, for a job
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| He said, «Son, what can you do?»
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| I can haul a jack, line up track, line up track
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| I can pick and shovel too
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| Worked one day, worked one day, worked one day
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| And I laid in the shanty too
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| Walkin' boss, walkin' boss, walkin' boss
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| Well, I don’t belong to you
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| I belong, I belong, I belong
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| To that steel drivin' crew
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| Walkin' boss, walkin' boss, walkin' boss
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| Well, I don’t belong to you
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| I belong, I belong, I belong
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| To that steel drivin' crew |