The foreman keeps me working here for half a buck a day
If I didn`t need the exercise I`d up and walk away.
I`d write home and tell `em about this life of mine
But I`m too busy counting days and trying to walk the line.
Bring it round, bring it round,
One more time so I can see your face
Sitting in my favorite place
Make a home where I can stay
Find somewhere that I can lay me down
Bring it round.
The sun goes down another day comes back up again
Hasn`t got a dollar, hasn`t got a friend.
Old Hannah talks to me, leaves me feeling fine
Lying on the roadway and lighting up the line.
(chorus)
Hear the hammers pounding, hear the foreman yell
You don`t load up sixteen tons, I`ll make your hours hell.
But the days flow by like water, now the water`s turned to wine
You could charge a dollar for a drink all along the line.