Rockies to the land of Mexico,
Through the wild and windy weather,
the sun and sleet and rain,
Comes a- whistlin' through the country
this Farmer- Labor train.
Listen to the jingle and the
She's rollin' through New England
to the West Pacific shore.
It's a long time we've been waitin',
now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend,
Roll on into Congress on that Farmer-
There's lumberjacks and teamsters and sailors from the sea,
There's farmin' boys from Texas and the hills of Tennessee,
There's miners from Kentucky,
there's fishermen from Maine;
Every worker in the country rides
that Farmer- Labor train.
There's warehouse boys and truckers
and guys that skin the cats,
Men that run the steel mills,
the furnace and the blast,
Through the smoky factory cities,
o'er the hot and dusty plains,
And the cushions they are crowded,
on this Farmer- Labor train.
Listen to the jingle and the
She's rollin' through New England to
It's a long time we've been waitin',
now she's been whistlin' 'round the bend,
Ride on on into Congress on that
Through the swamps of Louisiana and
From the wheat fields and the orchards
and the lowing cattle range,
And they're rolling onto victory on
this Farmer- Labor train.
This train pulled into Washington a
When she steamed into the station you could
"There's that Farmer- Labor Special,
Headin' onto White House on
the Farmer- Labor train."
