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