| Song | Congratulations Joe |
| Artist | Chuck Ragan |
| Album | Los Feliz |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Ragan | |
| Woke up one day | |
| And made his way down | |
| To the water front as he | |
| Did all the days | |
| In his 44 years | |
| As longs as the ships made it in | |
| Stands for a cause | |
| Stands for a union | |
| For another day is gone | |
| A dying breed of workers | |
| Who lived to carry on | |
| Who died for the age that we're in | |
| In a cloudy haze | |
| The fog drifted in | |
| And men wore his colors | |
| Who chose to begin | |
| As a younger man | |
| Working through his days | |
| To carry home the food | |
| To carry home the pay | |
| Woke up one day | |
| And made his way down | |
| To the water front as he | |
| Did all the days | |
| In his 44 years | |
| As long the ships made it in | |
| The best day was the one | |
| Milestone in a marathone | |
| On that oakland waterfront | |
| Well deserved reward | |
| For a hard working one | |
| Served and now deserves | |
| Whats to come | |
| In a cloudy haze | |
| The fog drifted in | |
| And men wore his colors | |
| Who chose to begin | |
| As a older man | |
| Working through every day | |
| To carry home the food | |
| To carry home the pay | |
| We all have a cause | |
| Worth waging war | |
| Worth making peace to keep | |
| We all have a love | |
| Whatever that is | |
| Or whom is thee to seek | |
| There comes a day | |
| If were lucky enough | |
| And the cards fall our way, i pray | |
| To sit with the birds | |
| And take the boots off | |
| To sit with the birds | |
| And take the boots off |
| zuo qu : Ragan | |
| Woke up one day | |
| And made his way down | |
| To the water front as he | |
| Did all the days | |
| In his 44 years | |
| As longs as the ships made it in | |
| Stands for a cause | |
| Stands for a union | |
| For another day is gone | |
| A dying breed of workers | |
| Who lived to carry on | |
| Who died for the age that we' re in | |
| In a cloudy haze | |
| The fog drifted in | |
| And men wore his colors | |
| Who chose to begin | |
| As a younger man | |
| Working through his days | |
| To carry home the food | |
| To carry home the pay | |
| Woke up one day | |
| And made his way down | |
| To the water front as he | |
| Did all the days | |
| In his 44 years | |
| As long the ships made it in | |
| The best day was the one | |
| Milestone in a marathone | |
| On that oakland waterfront | |
| Well deserved reward | |
| For a hard working one | |
| Served and now deserves | |
| Whats to come | |
| In a cloudy haze | |
| The fog drifted in | |
| And men wore his colors | |
| Who chose to begin | |
| As a older man | |
| Working through every day | |
| To carry home the food | |
| To carry home the pay | |
| We all have a cause | |
| Worth waging war | |
| Worth making peace to keep | |
| We all have a love | |
| Whatever that is | |
| Or whom is thee to seek | |
| There comes a day | |
| If were lucky enough | |
| And the cards fall our way, i pray | |
| To sit with the birds | |
| And take the boots off | |
| To sit with the birds | |
| And take the boots off |
| zuò qǔ : Ragan | |
| Woke up one day | |
| And made his way down | |
| To the water front as he | |
| Did all the days | |
| In his 44 years | |
| As longs as the ships made it in | |
| Stands for a cause | |
| Stands for a union | |
| For another day is gone | |
| A dying breed of workers | |
| Who lived to carry on | |
| Who died for the age that we' re in | |
| In a cloudy haze | |
| The fog drifted in | |
| And men wore his colors | |
| Who chose to begin | |
| As a younger man | |
| Working through his days | |
| To carry home the food | |
| To carry home the pay | |
| Woke up one day | |
| And made his way down | |
| To the water front as he | |
| Did all the days | |
| In his 44 years | |
| As long the ships made it in | |
| The best day was the one | |
| Milestone in a marathone | |
| On that oakland waterfront | |
| Well deserved reward | |
| For a hard working one | |
| Served and now deserves | |
| Whats to come | |
| In a cloudy haze | |
| The fog drifted in | |
| And men wore his colors | |
| Who chose to begin | |
| As a older man | |
| Working through every day | |
| To carry home the food | |
| To carry home the pay | |
| We all have a cause | |
| Worth waging war | |
| Worth making peace to keep | |
| We all have a love | |
| Whatever that is | |
| Or whom is thee to seek | |
| There comes a day | |
| If were lucky enough | |
| And the cards fall our way, i pray | |
| To sit with the birds | |
| And take the boots off | |
| To sit with the birds | |
| And take the boots off |