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Upon this lowly railroad spike my hammer swung and fell.
Down the mighty mississipp,’ where the raging waters swell.
In the corner of that factory, a dark man-made hell,
I’ll be sitting there in my snare making what they sell.
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth, the boys on the line working just to eat.
Are you picturing the stories that i sing?
A child working day and night, a father turned into a ghostly sight,
The wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
Of a poor man just trying to remain
As he pays his toll of pain.
From the dear old age of adam to the workers of boaz,
We’ve been doomed to sing this crazy song, yet it’s made me who i am.
From the steel workers in pittsburgh, to the trucker and his load, all feeding that old fat cat just hoping he’ll explode.
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth, the boys on the line working just to eat,
Are you picturing the stories that i sing?
A child working day and night, a father turned into a ghostly sight,
The wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
Of a poor man trying to remain
As he pays his toll of pain.
We’ve been working for far too long.
We’ve been doomed to hear this lowly song for our sons.
Our sweat must be working just to fall.
I’m a slave to that whistle call.
I’m a slave to that whistle call.
From the dear old age of adam to the workers of boaz,
We’ve been doomed to sing this crazy song, yet it’s made me who i am.
From the steel workers in pittsburgh, to the trucker and his load, all feeding that old fat cat just hoping he’ll explode.
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth, the boys on the line working just to eat,
Are you picturing the stories that i sing?
A child working day and night, a father turned into a ghostly sight,
The wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
Of a poor man trying to remain.
As he pays his toll of pain.
As he pays his toll of pain.
We’ve been working for far too long.
We’ve been doomed to hear this crazy song for our sons.
Our sweat must be working just to fall.
I’m a slave to that whistle call.
I’m a slave to that whistle call.
I’m a slave.
Flatfoot 56 - Letras
- 6'10
- A Voice
- Amazing Grace
- B-side 1- What to Do?
- B-side 2- Circle Pit
- Battle Of The Bones
- Black Thorn
- Blood And Sweat
- Born for This
- Breakin' The Law
- Bright City
- Brother Brother
- Brotherhood
- Cain
- Carry 'Em Out
- Chi-town Beat Down
- Chinatown Jail Break
- City On A Hill
- Courage
- Curtains
- Englewood
- Fight To Live
- Forward
- Hoity Toity
- Hold fast
- Hot Head
- I Believe It
- I'll Fly Away
- Johnny Rumble
- Jungle Of The Midwest Sea
- Knuckles Up
- KPM
- Line in the Dirt
- Loaded Gun
- Odd Boat
- Ollie Ollie
- P.S.
- Pay Me A Dollar
- Penny
- Same Ol' Story
- Shiny Eyes
- Smoke Blower
- Son of Shame
- Stampede
- Strong Man
- Stutter
- Take Hold Again
- That's Ok
- The Crippling
- The Galley Slave
- The Hourglass
- The Long Road
- The ode
- The Rich The Strong And The Poor
- The Rotten Hand
- The Trap
- Thick And Thin
- This Town
- Toil
- Torch and Spade Warriors
- Ty Cobb
- Warriors
- Way Of The Sun
- We Grow Stronger
- We Have Been Called
- Weary Soldier
- Winter In Chicago
- You Won Me Over
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