Farmer-Labor Train

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."