Jim Croce - Railroads and riverboats

^FThe railroads and the rive^Grboats that ^Fbred the mighty ma^Fn That we ^Fread about and we ^Gdream about, the^F men who built this la^Gnd And the ^Ffarmers and the lu^Gmbermen and the^F men who worked the mill^Fs And the ^Fpoor hard working ^Gminers who^F died inside the hill^Gs

While the rivers that ^Fflow are the blood of our lan^Fd And the trucks they keep r^Gumbling on the great concrete ba^Fnd And the railroads keep ^Fpushing to be all they once wer^Fe And nature is ^Gcalling, no one's listening to he^Fr

And the ^Fimmigrants by the boat loa^Gd in a ^Fdozen different tone^Fs Sang of f^Freedom in the new l^Gand, climbed th^Fe ladder rung by ru^Gng Some to ^FBoston, some to ^GPittsburgh, Phila^Fdelphia and St. Pa^Ful And the old ^Fways led to new ^Gdays, they ^Fwere welcome one and a^Gll

While the rivers that ^Fflow are the blood of our lan^Fd And the trucks they keep r^Gumbling on the great concrete ba^Fnd And the railroads keep ^Fpushing to be all they once wer^Fe And nature is ^Gcalling, no one's listening to he^Fr

With the ra^Filroads and the r^Giverboats and the ^Fbread lines far behi^Fnd And the d^Fays we sang to^Ggether, long ^Fgone but still in mi^Gnd And the m^Fen who came b^Gefore us, men who ^Fbrought us to today ^F And the s^Ftory still u^Gnravels from the^F dreams of yesterda^Gy

While the rivers that ^Fflow are the blood of our lan^Fd And the trucks they keep r^Gumbling on the great concrete ba^Fnd And the railroads keep ^Fpushing to be all they once wer^Fe And nature is ^Gcalling, no one's listening to he^Fr And nature is ^Gcalling, no one's listening to he^Fr