The work bell sounds a call
The blue collar hammer falls
And everyday is put away loaded
And swung down somewhere lost between two trains
The bluebird sings once and is gone
The norther high-plains freeze in the fall
You work your job and feel nothing at all
You use your crutch or you have to crawl
In the winter season in warm rain
You try and fix your life as your back breaks
And the reason one man skinnies for a dime
Is swinging somewhere lost between two trains