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.»