Railroads and Riverboats

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 Pittsburgh, Philadelphia 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