Railroads And Riverboats Chords by Jim Croce

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The railroads and the river boats [A] that bred the [D] mighty men [A] that we read about [F#] and we dream about.
[D] The men who [E] built this land [F#m] and the farmers [F#] and the lumbermen [A] and the men who [D] worked the [A] mills.
And the poor [E] hard-working miners [D] who died inside the [E] hills.
While the [A] rivers that flow are the [D] blood of our [Bm] land.
And the [F#] trucks they keep rumbling on the great concrete bed.
[A] And the railroads keep pushing to be [D] all they once were.
[F#m] And [E] nature is calling, no one's [D] listening to her.
_ [A] And the immigrants [E] by the boatload [A] in a dozen [D] different [A] tongues
sang of freedom [E] in the new land, [D] climbed the ladder rung by [A] rung.
Some to Boston, [E] some to Pittsburgh, [A] Philadelphia [D] and St.
[A] Paul.
And the old ways [E] led to new days, [D] they were welcome [E] one and all.
While the [A] rivers that flow are the [D] blood of our [Bm] land.
And the trucks they keep rumbling on the great [D] concrete bed.
[A] And the railroads keep pushing to be all [D] they once [Bm] were.
And nature is calling, [E]
no one's listening to her.
[F#] _ [A] With the railroads and the river boats and the bread lines [D] far behind.
[A] And the days we [F#] sang together, [D] long gone but still in mind.
[A] And the men who [F#] came before us, [A] men who brought us [D] through today.
[A] And the story [E] still unravels [D] from the dreams of yesterday.
_ While the [A] rivers that flow are the blood [D] of our land.
And the trucks [Bm] they keep rumbling on the great [D] concrete bed.
[A] And the railroads keep pushing to be all [D] they once were.
And nature is calling, [E] no one's [D] listening to her.
[A] And [Bm] nature is calling, [E] no one's [D] listening to her.
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