30 years
Of trying to go my own way
30 years, 30 years
And you put a big fence in my way
And it is thirty years away
But it still could have been yesterday
Railroad man Jonny
Steamroller away
Steam roller , heavy roller
The Ash trees sway
The wind blows through the tunnel
And the hours fall away
30 years tomorrow could've been yesterday
Who is the rich man
Falling on the pile
Another Mink lined coat
Another mill-a-mile
Burning up the cotton
treading down the yarn
Only railroad Jonny could do him any harm
Rich man, rich man
Won't you give away some wealth
You know I am a poor man
And it's not good for my health
I'd like to be a rich man
With my hands on the controls
But on the path to the top you must
climb many a greasy pole
Can you blame a rich man
For all the money he stole
If he stands upon the poor man
To see his dollars roll
And will this railroad reach him
Or will his pit black soul
Be as dark as a railway tunnel
Where the trains no longer roll
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