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From the high Canadian Rockies to the land of Mexico, |
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City and the country, wherever you may go, |
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Through the wild and windy weather, the sun and sleet and rain, |
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Comes a-whistlin' through the country this Farmer-Labor train. |
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Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar, |
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She's rollin' through New England to the West Pacific shore. |
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It's a long time we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend, |
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Roll on into Congress on that Farmer-Labor train. |
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There's lumberjacks and teamsters and sailors from the sea, |
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There's farmin' boys from Texas and the hills of Tennessee, |
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There's miners from Kentucky, there's fishermen from Maine; |
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Every worker in the country rides that Farmer-Labor train. |
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There's warehouse boys and truckers and guys that skin the cats, |
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Men that run the steel mills, the furnace and the blast, |
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Through the smoky factory cities, o'er the hot and dusty plains, |
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And the cushions they are crowded, on this Farmer-Labor train. |
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Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar, |
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She's rollin' through New England to the West Pacific shore. |
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It's a long time we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend, |
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Ride on on into Congress on that Farmer-Labor train. |
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There's folks of every color and they're ridin' side by side |
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Through the swamps of Louisiana and across the Great Divide, |
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From the wheat fields and the orchards and the lowing cattle range, |
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And they're rolling onto victory on this Farmer-Labor train. |
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This train pulled into Washington a bright and happy day, |
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When she steamed into the station you could hear the people say: |
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"There's that Farmer-Labor Special, she's full of union men |
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Headin' onto White House on the Farmer-Labor train." |
