| From the high Canadian Rockies to the land of Mexico
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| City and the country, wherever you may go
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| Through the wild and windy weather, the sun and sleet and rain
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| Comes a-whistlin' through the country this Farmer-Labor train
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| Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar
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| She’s rollin' through New England to the West Pacific shore
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| It’s a long time we’ve been waitin', now she’s been whistlin' 'round the bend
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| Roll on into Congress on that Farmer-Labor train
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| There’s lumberjacks and teamsters and sailors from the sea
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| There’s farmin' boys from Texas and the hills of Tennessee
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| There’s miners from Kentucky, there’s fishermen from Maine;
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| Every worker in the country rides that Farmer-Labor train
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| There’s warehouse boys and truckers and guys that skin the cats
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| Men that run the steel mills, the furnace and the blast
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| Through the smoky factory cities, o’er the hot and dusty plains
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| And the cushions they are crowded, on this Farmer-Labor train
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| Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar
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| She’s rollin' through New England to the West Pacific shore
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| It’s a long time we’ve been waitin', now she’s been whistlin' 'round the bend
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| Ride on on into Congress on that Farmer-Labor train
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| There’s folks of every color and they’re ridin' side by side
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| Through the swamps of Louisiana and across the Great Divide
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| From the wheat fields and the orchards and the lowing cattle range
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| And they’re rolling onto victory on this Farmer-Labor train
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| This train pulled into Washington a bright and happy day
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| When she steamed into the station you could hear the people say:
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| «There's that Farmer-Labor Special, she’s full of union men
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| Headin' onto White House on the Farmer-Labor train.» |