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Toil - Flatfoot 56 |
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Upon this lowly railroad spike my hammer swung and fell |
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Down the mighty Mississipp |
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Where the raging waters swell |
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In the corner of that factory a dark man made hell |
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I'll be sitting there in my snare making what they sell |
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With a silver spoon breaking my teeth |
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The boys on the line working just to eat |
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Are you picturing the stories that I sing |
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A child working day and night |
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A father turned into a ghostly sight |
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The wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain |
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Of a poor man just trying to remain |
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As he pays his toll of pain |
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From the dear old age of Adam to the workers of Boaz |
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We've been doomed to sing this crazy song |
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Yet it's made me who I am |
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From the steel workers in Pittsburgh |
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To the trucker and his load |
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All feeding that old fat cat just hoping he'll explode |
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With a silver spoon breaking my teeth |
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The boys on the line working just to eat |
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Are you picturing the stories that I sing |
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A child working day and night |
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A father turned into a ghostly sight |
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The wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain |
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Of a poor man just trying to remain |
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As he pays his toll of pain |
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We've been working for far too long |
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We've been doomed to hear this crazy song for our sons |
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Our sweat must be working just to fall |
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I'm a slave to that whistle call |
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I'm a slave to that whistle call |
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From the dear old age of Adam to the workers of Boaz |
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We've been doomed to sing this crazy song |
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Yet it's made me who I am |
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From the steel workers in Pittsburgh |
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To the trucker and his load |
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All feeding that old fat cat just hoping he'll explode |
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With a silver spoon breaking my teeth |
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The boys on the line working just to eat |
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Are you picturing the stories that I sing |
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A child working day and night |
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A father turned into a ghostly sight |
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The wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain |
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Of a poor man just trying to remain |
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As he pays his toll of pain |
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We've been working for far too long |
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We've been doomed to hear this crazy song for our sons |
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Our sweat must be working just to fall |
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I'm a slave to that whistle call |
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I'm a slave |
