Phil Ochs - Automation song

Oh I ^Glaid ^B7down your ^Emrailr^Am7oads, ^D7every mile of ^Gtrack. With the muscles ^B7on my ^Emarm ^Am7and the ^D7sweat upon my ^Gback. ^G7And ^Cnow the trains are ^Grolling, they ^Croll to every ^Gshore You ^Ctell me that my ^Gjob is through, there ^A7ain't no work no ^Dmore. Though I ^Glaid ^B7down your ^Emhig^Am7hways ^D7all across th^Ge land. With the ringing ^B7of the ^Emsteel ^Am7and the ^D7power of my ^Ghands. ^G7And ^Cnow the ^Groads are there like ^Cribbons in the ^Gsky, You ^Ctell me that my ^Gjob is through but ^A7still I wonder ^Dwhy.

For the ^Emwages were low and the ^Bmhours were long And the ^Emlabour was all I could ^D7bear. Now you've ^Emgot new machines for to ^Bmtake my place And you ^Am7tell me it's not mine to ^D7share. Though I ^Glaid ^B7down your ^Emfact^Am7ories and ^D7laid down your ^Gfields, With my feet ^B7on the ^Emground ^Am7and my ^D7back to your ^Gwheels. ^G7And ^Cnow the smoke is ^Grising, the ^Csteel is all a-^Gglow, I'm ^Cwalking down a ^Gjobless road and ^D7where am I to ^Ggo.

^EmTell me,^Am where am^D7 I to ^Ggo. Notes: