are you riding down God's road?
they're called track riders,
and we've laid all the railroad
that crisscrossed this country.
From the Cannonball Express rolling
through the Rocky Mountains,
to the Union Pacific at the Frisco Tower.
Some freighters in flat cars
Ain't none of them can move
and my buddies lay that steel rail down.
I sing out all the rhythms
and give them the beat. It goes like this.
Oh boys, can't you line up?
Oh boys, can't you line up?
Oh boys, can't you line up?
See all the boys go line and track
grab a hold of this track
Raise it up high, but don't break your back
Oh boys, can't you line up?
Oh, boys, can't you line them?
Oh, boys, can't you line them?
I see all the boys go lining track now
So you gotta get them tracks lined right
So put your crowbar on your shoulder,
come a -tracking near to me
Come a -running like you wanna get paid
Hey, little Joe, don't you go getting tired
If the boss sees you loafing,
then you're bound to get fired
but don't break your back
Jack -of -all -trades, little David the Bear
Move that steel rail just a hair
Oh boy, can't you light them?
Oh boys, can't you light them?
Oh boys, can't you light them?
See all the boys go line and track
Grab a hold of your hammer
Let's drive them schmikes into the ground
It won't take long, it will all go to town
Yes, boys, we can line 'em
Oh, gang, you can line 'em
Yes, men, we can line 'em
Me and my buddies go lining track