Letra
There's a river made of gold
And silver in the hills
There's a ladder if we find it
But we likely never will
There's a water at the bottom
It trickles down the rungs
Drippin' to the town
Just enough to pay the bills
Money fills canyons
In the pockets of a few
That's the way it flows
In the red, white, and blue
Every mile of railroad
All across the land
Is a long life of labor
For a working man
Surely be a wonder
For a man to build alone
All the rails and steel
And dig the oil that he owns
But the riches of the world
Are carried all along
On the back of every man
Who works his fingers to the bone
Money fills canyons
In the pockets of a few
That's the way it flows
In the red, white, and blue
Every mile of railroad
All across the land
Is a long life of labor
For a working man
As we try to make the mortgage
The bank gets the news
Of a check from the capital
It's all theirs to use
Yes, it's always you and me
And Uncle Sam pitchin' in
Just don't call 'em handouts
When they're all wearin' suits
Money fills canyons
In the pockets of a few
That's the way it flows
In the red, white, and blue
Every mile of railroad
All across the land
Is a long life of labor
For a working man
It's a long life of labor
For a working man
Written by: Maya de Vitry
