It was April 27 in the year of 91 Bout a mile below the surface and the warm kentucky sun The late shift was ending and the early shift was late The foreman ate...

Loco man, watchin' all the fish swim away He no work, he just sleep and play Sitting here on tha sand Sunny-land, Coconut comin down all tha time Milk, she swe...

My mama was the cold North wind, My daddy was the son, of a railroad man from west of hell, Where the trains don't even run Never heard the whistle of a southb...

Whenever I'm out a-wanderin, Chasing a rainbow dream, I often stop and think about, A place I've never seen, Where friendly folks can gather, And raise the raft...

I worked the fields my father worked From dawn until setting sun My calloused hands and wind-burned face Have marked me as a man Who has no voice, no rights, no...