We’re working on the railroad, we’re laying down steel,
We hammer all day, man what a deal.
But we can keep going no matter the load
Cause we’re working with the rhythm of the railroad.
Down goes the hammer, we’re setting the beat,
We freeze in the cold, burn up in the heat.
Clang goes the hammer driving that spike,
And off in the distance I can hear dynamite.
Workin’ with the rhythm,
Workin’ with the rhythm.