I Took A Job On An Extra Gang,

Way Up In The Mountain,

I Paid My Fee And The Shack Shipped Me

And The Ties I Soon Was Counting.



Well The Boss He Put Me Driving Spikes

And The Sweat Was Enough To Blind Me,

He Didn't Seem To Like My Pace,

So I Left The Job Behind Me.



I Grabbed A Hold Of An Old Freight Train

And Around This Country Traveled,

The Mysteries Of A Hobo's Life

To Me Were Soon Unraveled.



I Traveled East And I Traveled West

And The Shacks Could Never Find Me,

Next Morning I Was Miles Away

From The Job I Left Behind Me.



I Ran Across A Bunch Of Stiffs

Who Were Known As Industrial Workers.

They Taught Me How To Be A Man

And How To Fight The Shirkers.



I Kicked Right In And Joined The Bunch

And Now In The Ranks You'll Find Me,

Hurrah For The Cause, To Hell With The Boss

And The Job I Left Behind Me.