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This song is dedicated to all the hardworking pioneers of this country |
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Settin' out discoverin the West |
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Bringing the railroad to where no man has ever been before |
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Johnny, he worked on the railroad - pounding on iron and steel |
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Working his way out west now - the only sure thing's his next meal |
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America was young, but she was a-growing |
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Layin' tracks across the prairie not knowing where they're goin' |
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His momma didn't want him leaving, but now he's headin' out west |
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She said "Please don't go" but he said "If I don't I'll never rest" |
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It wasn't always easy, some of the boys died |
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Johnny wrote her letters but he received no replies |
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Johnny, he worked on the railroad - pounding on iron and steel |
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Working his way out west now - the only sure thing's his next meal |
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Johnny reached San Francisco tired and broke without a dime |
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Started panning for gold just a-hoping he would find |
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The gold wasn't a-rushin', but Johnny kept on minin' |
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Trying to send his momma somethin' with the letters he was signin' |
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And one day Johnny finally got a reply |
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When he opened Momma's letter, he began to cry |
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She's a-writing from her deathbed and this is what she said: |
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"Please don't be mad at me, son, cause tomorrow I'll be dead" |
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Johnny, he worked on the railroad - pounding on iron and steel |
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Working his way out west now - the only sure thing's his next meal |
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PS: Yeehaw! |
