Up in the morning
Out on the job
I work the devil
I work for my pay
But that lucky ol' sun
Got nothing to but roll around heaven all day
Gandy dancer
Gandy dancer
Gandy dancer

He spent months on the bottom
He sits there alone
Where the boat lands he'll know not a soul
Works like a dog for the nickel and dime
For a promise means nothing
When stolen and dragged down the line
Gandy dancer
Gandy dancer
Gandy dancer

Gandy dancer
Gandy dancer
Gandy dancer