Well I got me a job in this little smokestack town
And everyday im out workin on the line
And I wear the scars on my arms of a man of steel
Seems I've spent my whole life feein' a little sick and tired
And every now and then I wonder
Was it really worth all the struggle and the pain
But then I look into the eyes of this little family of mine
And I know I'll get up in the morning and go out and do it all again
*But then I hear a sound crash like thunder
It's just me fallin' down hard like the rain
Looks like I'm goin down under
That great big wheel of fortune again
Looks like I'm goin down under
That great big wheel of fortune again
Well I got me a job in this little haystack town
And everyday I'm out working till the sun goes down
And just like my daddy and his daddy before him
I mixed my blood with the soil of this sacred ground
And every now and then I wonder
Was there something I missed somewhere out there
Beyond the edge of these clouds
But then I feel a sense of pride and a sense of home
And place
From a hundred years of being firmly planted on this ground
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Me I roam from town to town
And I'm seeing good folks goin down
All across this land
There's a promise being broken... a dream being sold
And you can feel it in your heart when the truth is told So...
So how did we get fooled again
How did we get fooled again now
Well I got me a job in this little oil well town
And everyday I'm out workin in the fields
And my hands are stained with this black southern gold
My mind is numb from the sound of this drivin wheel
Every now and then I wonder
What could have been... What might have been
If I'd taken a few steps further from my home
When I take a look around I can see I ain't got much
But what I got I can surely call my own
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