Farmer-Labor Train - Woody Guthrie

From the high Canadian Rockies to the land of Mexico

City and the country, wherever you may go

Through the wild and windy weather, the sun and sleet and rain

Comes a-whistlin' through the country this Farmer-Labor train

Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar

She’s rollin' through New England to the West Pacific shore

It’s a long time we’ve been waitin', now she’s been whistlin' 'round the bend

Roll on into Congress on that Farmer-Labor train

There’s lumberjacks and teamsters and sailors from the sea

There’s farmin' boys from Texas and the hills of Tennessee

There’s miners from Kentucky, there’s fishermen from Maine;

Every worker in the country rides that Farmer-Labor train

There’s warehouse boys and truckers and guys that skin the cats

Men that run the steel mills, the furnace and the blast

Through the smoky factory cities, o’er the hot and dusty plains

And the cushions they are crowded, on this Farmer-Labor train

Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar

She’s rollin' through New England to the West Pacific shore

It’s a long time we’ve been waitin', now she’s been whistlin' 'round the bend

Ride on on into Congress on that Farmer-Labor train

There’s folks of every color and they’re ridin' side by side

Through the swamps of Louisiana and across the Great Divide

From the wheat fields and the orchards and the lowing cattle range

And they’re rolling onto victory on this Farmer-Labor train

This train pulled into Washington a bright and happy day

When she steamed into the station you could hear the people say:

«There's that Farmer-Labor Special, she’s full of union men

Headin' onto White House on the Farmer-Labor train.»