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working on the chain gang
That's the sound of the men working on the chain gang
All day long they work so hard till the sun is goin' down
Working
(Dolly Parton)

He's a go getter, go getter 
When his wife gets off from work, he'll go get her 
Now I've got a neighbor that lives down the road
the rich while poor men starve

We work we eat together
We need no swords
We will not bow to the masters or pay rent to the lords
We are free men
who feeds the rich
While poor men starve

We work, we eat together
We need no swords
We will not bow to masters
Or pay rent to the lords
We are
Comes a-rumbling down the canyon to meet that salty tide
Of the wide Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the west
And the big Grand Coulee country in
Comes a-rumbling down the canyon to meet that salty tide
Of the wide Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the west
And the big Grand Coulee country in
a-rumbling down the canyon to meet that salty tide
Of the wide Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the west
And the big Grand Coulee country in the land I love
a-rumbling down the canyon to meet that salty tide
Of the wide Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the west
And the big Grand Coulee country in the land I love
the other men
In the pocket of his shirt I found a little note he wrote
Never go down in a dangerous mine again

Waiting at the gate, we are waiting
down from a single shot

Paddy's struck down from a single shot!

They lured the men away
They promised wealth and riches
A thousand miles from
The Cadillac walk

Lonely late at night honey hear my call
She said boy I'm gonna make you crawl

Rita pound by pound
Knows how to work it on down
Weep
the midnight,
And high over Ballina town
Our banners in triumph were waving
Before the next sun had gone down.
We gathered to speed the good work, boys
The true
the midnight,
And high over Ballina town
Our banners in triumph were waving
Before the next sun had gone down.
We gathered to speed the good work, boys
The true
river by moonlight
And never were heard from again

If I had my live to live over
I'd have gone to work that day
Instead of going into town
till the day was through
Doing the work the hueros wouldn't do.

Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some hands
Well, deep in
the midnight,
And high over Ballina town
Our banners in triumph were waving
Before the next sun had gone down.
We gathered to speed the good work, boys
The true
man's house
He might be down, but he ain't out
He's a rich man living in a poor man's house
Every night at five when work lets out
He's a rich man
till the day was through
Doing the work the hueros wouldn't do.

Word was out some men in from Sinaloa were looking for some hands
Well, deep in
and
Conservatism bring you to boredom once more
Sit down by the river
And watch the stream flow
Recall all the dreams
That you once used to know
The things
Standing on the corner, I didn't mean no harm
Along come the police, he took me by the arm
It was down in Memphis, corner of Beale and Main
He says
and the giving was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born, the work was cut down 
To a half a day's shift with no reason
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born, the work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason

Then the shaft was
With the lunch buckets filled every season
What with three babies born
The work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason

Then the shaft was
It's funny how it all works out
Mad men in suits walking about
I'd like to change your point of view someday
But I feel my patience slipping away
the work of his day measures more than the planting and growing

Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield.
What shall we say, shall we call it by a name,