When I was nine years old

My daddy made me see

The story of the railroad

And how it came to be

He said the men who laid it down

Had left their own hometowns

And broke their backs to give us traction

And that's what he did for me
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Ne'er do wells and woebegones

Show your face, for we were wrong

Ne'er do wells and woebegones

Feel no shame, it won't be long

Do you ever stop to think

Who built those walls around you?

Do you ever wonder

Who those people were at all?

Because the hands that give you shelter

Are the very ones that you refuse

And the proof of what they're worth

Will live long after you are gone
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I'm beg'n you listen

With an open heart

Your soul is so [bad word] judged

Forgive us for our tresspasses

Were taught to us because

We were raised by people

Raised by people 

Just like you and so

When the world falls down around us

It'll lead to you our goal

It'll be unto we all [bad word]  [bad word]