(Tom Johnston)

I been workin' the whole day long

On these railroad ties singin' a sad, sad song

Down the track is a bad way to live

The boss man's whip is all he's got to give

And late at night in the twilight of the South

They put you in a cell and let the bulldogs out

The old cat down the way

Well he's singin' out the blues

'Cause he's got no one back home

Oh, somebody sighed

Next day comes they send you back out on the track

All that sweat be drippin' down off your back

Everybody's singin' a workin' man's song

Hopin' they don't have to feel the whip on their bone

The water boy slowly works his way around

A bucket full of swamp water weighin' him down

Old Squezer Walker just fell out on the ground

And they're draggin' his body away

Oh, my, my, my



Well, there's talk around camp

That there's gonna be a fight

Old Razor Face and Willie Black

The meanest dudes in sight

One's got a razor and the other's got a knife

But only one's gonna walk out alive



Oh, baby, mama, get me out of here

Can't stand no more

This place is gonna be the death of me

Believe to my soul that I gotta be free

There's only one way that it's every gonna be

That's when the angels come and take me away

Well, now



Oh, baby, mama, get me out of here

Can't stand no more

This place is gonna be the death of me

Believe to my soul that I gotta be free

There's only one way that it's every gonna be

That's when the angels come and take me away

Well, now