Song: Toil
Artist: Flatfoot 56
Album: Toil (2012)

I got my info from this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLfagPGqoys

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Intro: C2  G  C2  G  

 C2
Upon this lowly railroad spike my hammer swung and fell. 
 G
Down the mighty Mississipp' where the raging waters swell. 
 C2
In the corner of that factory, a dark man-made hell, 
 G
I'll be sitting there in my snare making what they sell. 


 C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth, 
 Em                    G
the boys on the line working just to eat. 
 C2                    G              D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing? 
   C2
A child working day and night, 
   Em                   G
a father turned into a ghostly sight, 
  C2                     G                  D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain 
 C2                G          D    (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain 

as he pays his toll of pain. 

Em G D Em C D

C2
From the dear old age of Adam 
 G
to the workers of Boaz, 
 C2
We've been doomed to sing this crazy song, 
 G                     D
yet it's made me who I am. 

 C2
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
 G
to the trucker and his load, 
 C2
all feeding that old fat cat 
 G
just hoping he'll explode. 


 C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth, 
 Em                    G
the boys on the line working just to eat. 
 C2                    G              D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing? 
   C2
A child working day and night, 
   Em                   G
a father turned into a ghostly sight, 
  C2                     G                  D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain 
 C2                G          D    (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain 

as he pays his toll of pain. 

Em G D Em C D

 Em                    G         D
We've been working for far too long. 
 Em                                       G         D
We've been doomed to hear this lowly song for our sons. 
 Em                       G         D
Our sweat must be working just to fall. 
 C2                  G        D
I'm a slave to that whistle call. 
 C2                  G        D
I'm a slave to that whistle call. 

(Quiet down)

C2
From the dear old age of Adam 
 G
to the workers of Boaz, 
 C2
We've been doomed to sing this crazy song, 
 G                     D
yet it's made me who I am. 
 C2
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
 Em                     G
to the trucker and his load, 
 C2                      
all feeding that old fat cat 
 G
just hoping he'll explode. 


 C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth, 
 Em                    G
the boys on the line working just to eat. 
 C2                    G              D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing? 
   C2
A child working day and night, 
   Em                   G
a father turned into a ghostly sight, 
  C2                     G                  D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain 
 C2                G          D    (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain 

as he pays his toll of pain. 

(back to norm speed)

Em G D Em C D (3X)
 
 Em                     G       D
We've been working for far too long. 
 Em                             G                  D
We've been doomed to hear this crazy song for our sons.
 Em                  G             D
Our sweat must be working just to fall.
 C2                  G       D
I'm a slave to that whistle call. 
 C2                  G       D
I'm a slave to that whistle call. 
         Em (ring out)
I'm a slave.