Lyrics:
this railroad earth
All aboard, all aboard this railroad earth
Trundling hobo, grey stone valley
The clock is ticking ticking on
Spruce and pine, coal
Well I'm going down to that wishkah river
I ain't never comin' back
Bow river risen gonna flood this valley
Jump on them railroad tracks
I was
John
The Gandy Dancer is a railroad man
And his work is never done
With his pick and his shovel and his willing hands
He makes the railroad run
John
The Gandy Dancer is a railroad man
And his work is never done
With his pick and his shovel and his willing hands
He makes the railroad run
John
The Gandy Dancer is a railroad man
And his work is never done
With his pick and his shovel and his willing hands
He makes the railroad run
John
The Gandy Dancer is a railroad man
And his work is never done
With his pick and his shovel and his willing hands
He makes the railroad run
John
The Gandy Dancer is a railroad man
And his work is never done
With his pick and his shovel and his willing hands
He makes the railroad run
(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
We is screamin' through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and cornfields
Where
One day shots rang across the peaceful valley
God was crying tears that fell like rain
Before the railroad came from Kansas City
And the bullets
One day shots rang out in the peaceful valley
God was crying tears that fell like rain
Before the railroad came from Kansas City
And the bullets
I know a man, his name is Hoad
Now he is ugly, like a toad
He got green eyes and wrinkled skin
Ain't no place he never been
Up and down the railroad
They had a vision head on West, They had a vision, head on West
Build a railroad to the West They had a vision head to West
A ton of Dreams, a ton
Big steel wheels thunder down the track
Here comes the Cuyahoga Valley Line
Blowin' smoke, sulfur and ash
Big load a coal from the Stark County mine
With my ticket in hand
For the journey forward
It's time to board this train
And bring my bags aboard
As I travel down the rails
Passing valleys
true business men
Talkin about it, by the way
B, what we doin' this week on SoundScan?
If I ain't in Japan, I'm in the Valley (Valley)
Or maybe next
a dozen beers or more
A hundred years of pouring slab,
They're closing down the door
And this mill won't run no more.
There's silence in the valley
a dozen beers or more
A hundred years of pouring slab,
They're closing down the door
And this mill won't run no more.
There's silence in the valley
There's a Welcome sign for the county line
Planted right where the river bends
There's a railroad bridge where the shoulder ends
The kids would swim
He sits alone in one small room
Of a shabby railroad flat
He reads his yellowed clippings
Folds them up and puts them back
He knows that
the hunter of invisible game
Well I woke last night to the heavy clicking and clack
And a scarecrow on fire along the railroad tracks
There were empty
John
The Gandy Dancer is a railroad man
And his work is never done
With his pick and his shovel and his willing hands
He makes the railroad run
wandered to the valley of red-hot steel and fire
We made the steel that built the cities with the sweat of our two hands
We made our home in the American
There's no stronger wind than the one that blows
Down a lonesome railroad line
No prettier sight than looking back
On a town you left behind
your glass and raise it high
To the beauty of the days gone by
I'll sing it from the mountain top
Down to the valley down below
Because my cup doth
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