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Work Work Work (Pub, Club, Sleep) Pt.2 (The Rakes) · Downunder: Live in Australia (Bert Jansch) · Sixties Downunder, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Almighty, Vol. 4: Almighty Downunder (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Almighty Downunder, Vol. 3 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sixties Downunder, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Almighty Downunder, Vol. 4: Mixed by Dan Murphy (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Sixties Downunder, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Almighty Downunder, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Work and Non Work (Broadcast) – and 90 other albums »


The railroads and the riverboats
That bred the mighty men
That we read about and we dream about
The men who built this land
And the farmers
The railroads and the riverboats
That bred the mighty men
That we read about and we dream about
The men who built this land
And the farmers
To see the proof yo!
Imagine a contraption that could take us back when
The world was run by black men
Back to the future
Anything can happen
If these are
the morning light the water in the branch
We ride along four men strong together
Every plain and ridge is our heritage the Ponderosa ranch

Day by day work
Dance, boo-gie won-der-land
Dance, boo-gie won-der-land
Mid-night creeps so slow-ly in-to hearts of men
Who need more than they get
Day-light
to ever possess minds of man, purest noxious water to wipe out hordes and tribes. 
Ugliest work of art and violence ever seen by motal men. 
Prepare for
They were the dispossessed
Reclaiming what was theirs

'We come in peace' they said
'To dig and sow
We come to work the land in common
And to make
here belong, and standing strong, wrong ain't got a chance .

Day by day, work or play, ready side by side 
Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open
the land I love the best

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well,
the land I love the best

In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray
Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
Well,
Uncle Sam's fair land
It's that King Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam

She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide
Comes
They were the dispossessed reclaiming what was theirs

We come in peace they said to dig and sow
We come to work the lands in common and to make
they take my love and cut me like a knife
I spit these words at vile lies the worlds forgotten men
Ain't no work
Ain't no work
For an honest man
the morning light, water in the branch
We ride along four men strong together
Every plain and ridge is our heritage Ponderosa Ranch

Day by day, work or play,
Uncle Sam's fair land
It's that King Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam

She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide
Comes
here belong, and standing strong, wrong ain't got a chance .

Day by day, work or play, ready side by side 
Hello friend, come on in, the gate is open
a steady homing beam
Our ears are balked by stiffled moans
And howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men
Clawing at the gates for
Donegal, Tyrone & Derry
Their numbers were few but they did the job of many

Eight weeks went by and the path was clear
Fifty-seven men had all
the sweetness of your years
By and by we'll all learn the taste of tears.

Open your eyes my growing son
There is hard work to be done
Follow your father to his
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,
Children stop to steel, listen to me
God walked down by the Briny sea
Beheld evil of the sinful men
Declared that he would destroy the land
Spoke to Noah
fallen across the land 
Brought on by hollow men, who did not understand 
That for centuries our forefather have fought and often died 
To keep
Dance, boo-gie won-der-land.
Dance, boo-gie won-der-land.

Mid-night creeps so slow-ly in-to hearts of men
who need more than they get.

Day-light
the desired yield

Oh ,the legend spreads far across the land
For he's the valiant
With praise and fame 
Shall men speak'about his name

He never spoke
work
Cutting hedges in the meadow by the stream
My blade slipped, I cut my hand and my own dear blood did flow
Upon the brown earth and the corn still