Текст песни
Upon this lonely 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
Been doomed to hear this crazy song and it's made me who I am
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh to the trucker and his load
They're 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 just trying to remain
As he pays his toll of pain
Oh, and 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
From the dear old age of Adam to the workers of Boaz
Been doomed to hear this crazy song and it's made me who I am
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh to the trucker and his load
They're 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 just trying to remain
As he pays his toll of pain
Oh, and we've been working for far too long
We've been doomed to hear this crazy song for our sons