From the high Canadian to the land of Mexico, and the country, wherever you may go, Through the wild and weather, the sun and sleet and rain, Comes a-whistlin' through the country this train.
Listen to the and the rumble and the roar, She's through New England to the West Pacific shore. a long time we've been waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend, Roll on into Congress on Farmer-Labor train.
There's and teamsters and sailors from the sea, There's farmin' boys from and the hills of Tennessee, There's miners from Kentucky, fishermen from Maine; Every worker in the country rides Farmer-Labor train.
There's warehouse boys and truckers and guys that the cats, Men that run the steel mills, the and the blast, Through the smoky factory cities, o'er the hot and plains, And the cushions they are crowded, on this train.
to the jingle and the rumble and the roar, She's rollin' through New to the West Pacific shore. It's a long time we've waitin', now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend, Ride on on into Congress on Farmer-Labor train.
There's of every color and they're ridin' side by side Through the swamps of and across the Great Divide, From the wheat fields and the and the lowing cattle range, And they're rolling victory on this Farmer-Labor train.
train pulled into Washington a bright and happy day, When she into the station you could hear the people say: "There's Farmer-Labor Special, she's full of union men Headin' White House on the Farmer-Labor train."