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My daddy came a-marchin' Over the hill at dawn Had to make that wage, man That's how we got along My daddy's life was workin' Workin' all day long Put food on the table And the children sang a song Yes, the children sang a song My granddad's name was Pulpwood Wore a coat of green Took a wife in '31 Drove the big machine My daddy load the lumber Put it on the truck I used to see him walkin' home On U.S. 41 That's right, U.S. 41 Well, all my life's been workin' Out the door and gone Got to make that overtime Keep us movin' on I need a drink of water Get out of the sun Burnin' up to make that wage On U.S. 41 That's right, U.S. 41 The boss man owns the business Keeps it goin' strong Blowin' like a hurricane And work like nothing wrong We got to keep on movin' 'Til the bell gone ring Fill her up with kerosene And let that lady sing Whoa, now let that lady sing His given name was Lucky His wife's name, Annie Brown Ran outside the law And they chased him right on down Lucky faced the lawman The captain drew his gun They put him with a sling blade On U.S. 41 That's right, U.S. 41 Oh Yeah, that's right On U.S. 41