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