Walkin' Boss

Walkin' boss, walkin' boss, walkin' boss
Well, I don’t belong to you
I belong, I belong, I belong
To that steel drivin' crew
Asked that boss, for a job, for a job
He said, «Son, what can you do?»
I can haul a jack, line up track, line up track
I can pick and shovel too
Worked one day, worked one day, worked one day
And I laid in the shanty too
Walkin' boss, walkin' boss, walkin' boss
Well, I don’t belong to you
I belong, I belong, I belong
To that steel drivin' crew
Walkin' boss, walkin' boss, walkin' boss
Well, I don’t belong to you
I belong, I belong, I belong
To that steel drivin' crew