Lyrics
my grandma's grandpa came over across the sea
in the boiler room of a steamship
on his way from Germany
he was runnin' from the Kaiser
who was putting the hammer down
the cries of the dying men were such an awful sound
hard times made us
my father was a railroad man, a mechanic and a son of the soil
his back was busted
his hands were cut and sore but he swore that
hard times made us
I would not trade them all for anything
uncle sam ain't no kin to me
what we have is a crisis of authority
hard times made us
I would not trade them all for anything
