Song: Toil Artist: Flatfoot 56 Album: Toil (2012) I got my info from this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLfagPGqoys ____________________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________________ 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.
