| Gang man, make the bed
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| A cross tie at your head
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| For we can’t lay the track
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| 'til the benders off your back
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| Gang man, make the bed
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| Carry man, get the feel
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| Heave that ply of steel
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| We can’t get to town
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| 'til I bring my hammer down
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| Carry man, get the feel
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| Spiker, place your nail
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| Right beside the rail
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| I can drive all you’ve got
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| 'cause I keep my hammer hot
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| Spiker, place your nail
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| Big train, stay off my back
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| You got a thousand mile of track
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| I can hear your whistle blow
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| But there ain’t no where to go
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| Big train, stay off my back
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| Captain let it be
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| You know you can’t hurry me
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| You won’t give me my time 'cause you know I’m in my prime
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| Captain, let it be
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| Listen to my hammer whine
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| We got ninety mile of track to line
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| We can do what we like when we drive the golden spike
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| Listen to my hammer whine |