Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

The railroads and the riverboats that bred the mighty man

 That we read about and we dream about, the men who built this land

 And the farmers and the lumbermen and the men who worked the mills

 And the poor hard working miners who died inside the hills

 While the rivers that flow are the blood of our land

 And the trucks they keep rumbling on the great concrete band

 And the railroads keep pushing to be all they once were

 And nature is calling, no one's listening to her

 And the immigrants by the boat load in a dozen different tones

 Sang of freedom in the new land, climbed the ladder rung by rung

 Some to Boston, some to Pittsburgh, Philadelphia and St. Paul

 And the old ways led to new days, they were welcome one and all

 While the rivers that flow are the blood of our land

 And the trucks they keep rumbling on the great concrete band

 And the railroads keep pushing to be all they once were

 And nature is calling, no one's listening to her

 With the railroads and the riverboats and the bread lines far behind

 And the days we sang together, long gone but still in mind

 And the men who came before us, men who brought us to today

 And the story still unravels from the dreams of yesterday

 While the rivers that flow are the blood of our land

 And the trucks they keep rumbling on the great concrete band

 And the railroads keep pushing to be all they once were

 And nature is calling, no one's listening to her

 And nature is calling, no one's listening to her