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Though i laid down your highways all across the land, i m walking down a jobless road and where am i to go
now you ve got new machines for to take my place
with the muscles on my arm and the sweat upon my back
Now you ve got new machines for to take my place, now you ve got new machines for to take my place
They roll to every shore, the steel is all a-glow, and you tell me it s not mine to share
you tell me that my job is through
And now the roads are there like ribbons in the sky, for the wages were low and the hours were long
for the wages were low and the hours were long
With my feet on the ground and my back to your wheels, and now the smoke is rising
And now the smoke is rising, you tell me that my job is through but still i wonder why, now you ve got new machines for to take my place
With my feet on the ground and my back to your wheels, every mile of track, and the labor was all i could bear
The steel is all a-glow, now you ve got new machines for to take my place
though i laid down your factories and laid down your fields
For the wages were low and the hours were long, oh i laid down your railroads Phil, there ain t no work no more
Every mile of track, now you ve got new machines for to take my place Ochs, oh i laid down your railroads
With my feet on the ground and my back to your wheels, though i laid down your highways all across the land
Every mile of track, though i laid down your highways all across the land, you tell me that my job is through
They roll to every shore, with the muscles on my arm and the sweat upon my back Automation, they roll to every shore
With the muscles on my arm and the sweat upon my back, with my feet on the ground and my back to your wheels Phil, the steel is all a-glow
the steel is all a-glow
Though i laid down your highways all across the land, though i laid down your highways all across the land
the steel is all a-glow
now you ve got new machines for to take my place
the steel is all a-glow
Oh i laid down your railroads, you tell me that my job is through but still i wonder why Ochs, for the wages were low and the hours were long
You tell me that my job is through, though i laid down your highways all across the land, they roll to every shore
with the muscles on my arm and the sweat upon my back
With the ringing of the steel and the power of my hands, and now the smoke is rising
and now the smoke is rising
With the ringing of the steel and the power of my hands, and you tell me it s not mine to share
oh i laid down your railroads
The steel is all a-glow, though i laid down your highways all across the land
you tell me that my job is through
Now you ve got new machines for to take my place, you tell me that my job is through Song, with the muscles on my arm and the sweat upon my back
now you ve got new machines for to take my place
you tell me that my job is through but still i wonder why
And now the smoke is rising, for the wages were low and the hours were long, you tell me that my job is through