Jim Croce - Railroads and riverboats

^GThe railroads and the rive^Drboats that ^Gbred the mighty ma^Cn That we ^Gread about and we ^Ddream about, the^C men who built this la^Dnd And the ^Gfarmers and the lu^Dmbermen and the^G men who worked the mill^Cs And the ^Gpoor hard working ^Dminers who^C died inside the hill^Ds

While the rivers that ^Gflow are the blood of our lan^Cd And the trucks they keep r^Dumbling on the great concrete ba^Gnd And the railroads keep ^Gpushing to be all they once wer^Ce And nature is ^Dcalling, no one's listening to he^Gr

And the ^Gimmigrants by the boat loa^Dd in a ^Gdozen different tone^Cs Sang of f^Greedom in the new l^Dand, climbed th^Ce ladder rung by ru^Dng Some to ^GBoston, some to ^DPittsburgh, Phila^Gdelphia and St. Pa^Cul And the old ^Gways led to new ^Ddays, they ^Cwere welcome one and a^Dll

While the rivers that ^Gflow are the blood of our lan^Cd And the trucks they keep r^Dumbling on the great concrete ba^Gnd And the railroads keep ^Gpushing to be all they once wer^Ce And nature is ^Dcalling, no one's listening to he^Gr

With the ra^Gilroads and the r^Diverboats and the ^Gbread lines far behi^Cnd And the d^Gays we sang to^Dgether, long ^Cgone but still in mi^Dnd And the m^Gen who came b^Defore us, men who ^Gbrought us to today ^C And the s^Gtory still u^Dnravels from the^C dreams of yesterda^Dy

While the rivers that ^Gflow are the blood of our lan^Cd And the trucks they keep r^Dumbling on the great concrete ba^Gnd And the railroads keep ^Gpushing to be all they once wer^Ce And nature is ^Dcalling, no one's listening to he^Gr And nature is ^Dcalling, no one's listening to he^Gr