Railroad Rumble
Black smoke rising up against the ridge
Two miles out from the timber bridge
Hammering cold steel through the clay
Sweating out blood just to earn our pay (ha!)
Drive that iron, lay that track
No turning round and no looking back From the mountain cut to
the river bend
We break our backs till the rail lines end!
Cinders flying in the dry night air
Nine-pound hammer ain't got no prayer
Steam whistle screaming out its lonesome chord
One more spike for the railroad board (keep moving!)
Drive that iron, lay that track
No turning round and no looking back From the mountain cut to
the river bend
We break our backs till the rail lines end!
(lay that track!)
Rock gave way when the powder blew
Lost three brothers in the tunnel through
Still we take the steel in hand
Carving life through a stubborn land!
Drive that iron, lay that track!
No turning round and no looking back!
From the mountain cut to the river bend
We break our backs till the rail lines end!
Yeah, we break our backs till the rail lines end! (woo!)