Jim Croce, Ingrid Croce - Railroads and Riverboats lyrics

[Jim Croce, Ingrid Croce - Railroads and Riverboats lyrics]

The railroads, and the riverboats
That bred the mighty man
That we read about, and we dream about
The men who built this land
And the farmers and the lumbermen and
The men who worked the mills
And the poor hard working miners
Who died inside the hills

While the rivers that flow
Are the blood of our land
And the trucks they keep rumbling
On the great concrete band
And the railroads keep pushing
To be all they once were
And nature is calling
No one's listening to her

And the immigrants, by the boat load
In a dozen different tones
Sang of freedom, in the new land


Climbed the ladder rung by rung
Some to Boston, some to Pittsburg
Philidelphia and St paul
And the old ways, led to new days
They were welcome one and all

While the rivers that flow
Are the blood of our land
And the trucks they keep rumbling
On the great concrete band
And the railroads keep pushing
To be all they once were
And nature is calling
No one's listening to her

With the railroads, and the riverboats
And the bread lines far behind
And the days we sang together
Long gone but still in mind
And the men who, came before us
Men who brought us to today
And the story, still unravels
From the dreams of yesterday

While the rivers that flow
Are the blood of our land
And the trucks they keep rumbling
On the great concrete band
And the railroads keep pushing
To be all they once were
And nature is calling
No one's listening to her
And nature is calling
No one's listening to her

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