Railroad Man

He picked up a hammer in his hand said momma I’m off to die
A man against a mountain, muscle at his command
The granite shook his hammer sang as he drove home that spike
They laid him down by the side of the tracks he was a railroad man

He picked up a guitar in his hand said momma I’m a rambling ‘round
A man to bring that thunder with a backbeat and a rhyme
Now he’s still looking for that place where milk and honey flow
He could not cure his itching feet he was a railroad man

He picked up a hammer in his hand said momma I’m off to die
A man, a God, a battleground, a tree, a wave on sand
With fire he pierced their cruel hearts with nails they pierced his palms
They say he was a carpenter but he was a railroad man