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Every morning with the rising of the sun |
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It was, pull on your boots boy |
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There's work to be done |
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In the valley over yonder |
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Where the river runs between |
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Well folks they're needing bridges |
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Son, you know what I mean |
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It's time to snig out the timber |
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Get the monkey in the frame |
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Land all your girders |
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Get the decking on the same |
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Well such is the life |
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Of a bridge building man |
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He pushes on through thick and thin |
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The best that he can |
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Well the river runs deep |
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And the river runs wide |
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And there's only one way to the other side |
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Now we're building bridges |
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Got to build them strong |
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For when the river rises after the storm |
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Son did I ever tell ya, do you understand? |
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Do you know what it's like |
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To be a bridge building man? |
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So goes the story |
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Of my dad and grandpa Jack |
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Ever since I was a little boy |
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Sitting on my daddy's lap |
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He said, life is like a river son |
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That keeps us all apart |
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You got to learn to build your bridges |
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From heart to heart |
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Well the river runs deep |
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And the river runs wide |
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And there's only one way to the other side |
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Now we're building bridges |
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Got to build them strong |
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For when the river rises after the storm |
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Son did I ever tell ya, do you understand? |
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Do you know what it's like |
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To be a bridge building man? |
