Toil Flatfoot 56
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
U[C2]pon this lowly railroad spike my hammer swung and fell.
D[G]own the mighty Mississipp' where the raging waters swell.
I[C2]n the corner of that factory, a dark man-made hell,
I[G]'ll be sitting there in my snare making what they sell.
W[C2]ith a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
t[Em]he boys on the line wo[G]rking just to eat.
A[C2]re you picturing the s[G]tories that I s[D]ing?
A c[C2]hild working day and night,
a f[Em]ather turned into a g[G]hostly sight,
th[C2]e wage slave knows so w[G]ell that hopeless s[D]train
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
t[G]o the workers of Boaz,
W[C2]e've been doomed to sing this crazy song,
y[G]et it's made me who I [D]am.
F[C2]rom the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
t[G]o the trucker and his load,
a[C2]ll feeding that old fat cat
j[G]ust hoping he'll explode.
W[C2]ith a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
t[Em]he boys on the line wo[G]rking just to eat.
A[C2]re you picturing the s[G]tories that I s[D]ing?
A c[C2]hild working day and night,
a f[Em]ather turned into a g[G]hostly sight,
th[C2]e wage slave knows so w[G]ell that hopeless s[D]train
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]
W[Em]e've been working for [G]far too lo[D]ng.
W[Em]e've been doomed to hear this lowly song [G]for our so[D]ns.
O[Em]ur sweat must be working [G]just to fa[D]ll.
I[C2]'m a slave to that w[G]histle ca[D]ll.
I[C2]'m a slave to that w[G]histle ca[D]ll.
(Quiet down)
[C2]From the dear old age of Adam
t[G]o the workers of Boaz,
W[C2]e've been doomed to sing this crazy song,
y[G]et it's made me who I [D]am.
F[C2]rom the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
t[Em]o the trucker and his l[G]oad,
a[C2]ll feeding that old fat cat
j[G]ust hoping he'll explode.
W[C2]ith a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
t[Em]he boys on the line wo[G]rking just to eat.
A[C2]re you picturing the s[G]tories that I s[D]ing?
A c[C2]hild working day and night,
a f[Em]ather turned into a g[G]hostly sight,
th[C2]e wage slave knows so w[G]ell that hopeless s[D]train
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)
W[Em]e've been working for f[G]ar too l[D]ong.
W[Em]e've been doomed to hear this c[G]razy song for our s[D]ons.
O[Em]ur sweat must be wor[G]king just to f[D]all.
I[C2]'m a slave to that w[G]histle c[D]all.
I[C2]'m a slave to that w[G]histle c[D]all.
Em (ring out)
I'm a slave.
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