The Railroad by Kingston's 3 Sons

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

I’ve been working on the railroad All the live-long day I’ve been shackled like a slave, boys For the debts I couldn’t pay Can’t you hear the whip come cracking? Rise up early in the morn Can’t you hear the guards all laughing While your body’s ripped and torn I’ve been working on the railroad Sweat and blood on iron track Warden sells us by the hour Never gonna make it back Someone’s in the grave with Dinah Someone’s buried in the clay Someone’s in the grave with Dinah Strumming on the old banjo… Fee-fi-fiddly-i-oh Fee-fi-fiddly-i-oh-oh-oh We’ll die building white men’s fortunes And nobody ever knows I’ve been working on the railroad Till my hands are bone and rust When I drop they’ll chain another Prison labor — that’s the trust No more sun, just endless midnight No more hope, just iron bars We’re the slaves they never freed, boys Working railroads to the stars. (Final line whispered) I’ve been working… till I’m gone.