From the album Somebody, Somewhere

Lyrics

I left New Orleans about a week or so
Up the Mississippi, got a job out in Omaha
to get a dollar a day, laying the rail
the work may be hard but I’m not wearing chains
I left new orleans about a week or so

Sun’s beatin down, and the ground is a cooking pot
No well to get to water and work don’t ever stop
Lots of us fell, some don’t get up
If you can’t stay on the line you’re left in the dust
Sun’s beating down and the ground is a cooking pot.

There’s blood on the rails and aint nobody care
Gotta keep movin or the man can’t get his share
Bodies fall where they stand and we’re told to just leave them there
There’s blood on the rails and aint nobody care.

Got a pack on my back with a mat to rest my bones
aching somethin’ fierce when the days work is done
when you’re running from something it’s good to work a train
nobody’s asking questions, nobody knows my name
Got a pack on my back with a mat to rest my bones

I ain’t been paid so I got no way to leave
until the end of the line, I guess they can do what they want with me
Somehow they got me dogged up a tree
I may not be a slave, but I sure as hell aint free
I aint been paid so I got no way to leave.

Gotta get to Utah, I can put my hammer down
Almost bit the bullet when a blast through the hill went wrong
Gotta keep on moving toward that western shore
Got a million spikes behind and it’s just a million more
Gotta get to Utah, I can put my hammer down