Lyrics
From the high
Canadian Rockies to the land of
Mexico,City and the country, wherever you may go,
Through the wild and windy weather, the sun and sleet and rain,
Comes a-whistlin' through the country this
Farmer-Labor train.
Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar,
She's rollin' through
New England to the
West Pacific shore.
It's a long time we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend,
Roll on into
Congress on that
Farmer-Labor train.
There's lumberjacks and teamsters and sailors from the sea,
There's farmin' boys from
Texas and the hills of
Tennessee,
There's miners from
Kentucky, there's fishermen from
Maine;Every worker in the country rides that
Farmer-Labor train.
There's warehouse boys and truckers and guys that skin the cats,
Men that run the steel mills, the furnace and the blast,
Through the smoky factory cities, o'er the hot and dusty plains,
And the cushions they are crowded, on this
Farmer-Labor train.
Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar,
She's rollin' through
New England to the
West Pacific shore.
It's a long time we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend,
Ride on on into
Congress on that
Farmer-Labor train.
There's folks of every color and they're ridin' side by side
Through the swamps of
Louisiana and across the
Great Divide,
From the wheat fields and the orchards and the lowing cattle range,
And they're rolling onto victory on this
Farmer-Labor train.
This train pulled into
Washington a bright and happy day,
When she steamed into the station you could hear the people say:"
There's that
Farmer-Labor
Special, she's full of union men
Headin' onto
White House on the
Farmer-Labor train."
Canadian Rockies to the land of
Mexico,City and the country, wherever you may go,
Through the wild and windy weather, the sun and sleet and rain,
Comes a-whistlin' through the country this
Farmer-Labor train.
Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar,
She's rollin' through
New England to the
West Pacific shore.
It's a long time we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend,
Roll on into
Congress on that
Farmer-Labor train.
There's lumberjacks and teamsters and sailors from the sea,
There's farmin' boys from
Texas and the hills of
Tennessee,
There's miners from
Kentucky, there's fishermen from
Maine;Every worker in the country rides that
Farmer-Labor train.
There's warehouse boys and truckers and guys that skin the cats,
Men that run the steel mills, the furnace and the blast,
Through the smoky factory cities, o'er the hot and dusty plains,
And the cushions they are crowded, on this
Farmer-Labor train.
Listen to the jingle and the rumble and the roar,
She's rollin' through
New England to the
West Pacific shore.
It's a long time we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend,
Ride on on into
Congress on that
Farmer-Labor train.
There's folks of every color and they're ridin' side by side
Through the swamps of
Louisiana and across the
Great Divide,
From the wheat fields and the orchards and the lowing cattle range,
And they're rolling onto victory on this
Farmer-Labor train.
This train pulled into
Washington a bright and happy day,
When she steamed into the station you could hear the people say:"
There's that
Farmer-Labor
Special, she's full of union men
Headin' onto
White House on the
Farmer-Labor train."
