Bill Simmons


The Rail - Poem by Bill Simmons

Long hard days, long cold nights
I work on the rail driving rail road spikes
I work all day from dusk til dawn
We don't take a break til the beans are done

The boss man says, Pick up those spikes
Lay out those rails make them fit just right
Pick up the hammer and drive it in
What I'm paying you boys, I ain't your friend

They pay me boys to tell you what to do
There's another thousand rails to lay, we ain't through
I work all day and I bust my back
I make my money on a rail road track

I work long days and long cold nights
Lay out that rail and lay it right
Pick up a hammer and I drive it in
Then reach for another and do it all again

I'm working on a rail road
Taking care of my own
Carrying my own load
I'm working on a rail road.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Poem Edited: Friday, May 7, 2010


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