LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeU.s. 41
My daddy came a marchin'Over the hill at dawnHad to make that wage manThat's how we got alongMy daddy's life was workin'Workin' all day longPut food on the tableAnd the children sang a songYes, the children sang a songMy grandad's name was pulpwoodWore a coat of greenTook a wife in '31Drove the big machineMy daddy load the lumberPut it on the truckUsed to see him walkin' home on U.S. 41That's right, U.S. 41All my life's been workin'Out the door and goneGot to make that overtimeKeep us movin' onNeed a drink of waterTo get out of the sunBurnin' up to make that wage on U.S. 41That's right, U.S. 41The boss man owns the businessKeeps it goin' strongBe blowin' like a hurricane andWork like nothin's wrongWe got to keep on movin''til the bell gone ringFill her up with keroseneAnd let that lady singWhoa now, let that lady singHis given name was LuckyHis wife's name Annie BrownRun outside the lawAnd they chased him right on downLucky faced the lawmanThe captain drew his gunThey put him with a sling bladeThat's right, U.S. 41
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