Half Way to Hell

Verse

I was a farmer till the topsoil blew away

From Texas all the way to LA

But when the land gives up and theres no more pay

The big city is your last stop

Through all my years of desperate wandering

It’s hard to imagine I’d amount to anything

But now my ship has finally come in

And I’m part of this brotherhood now

This is the start of what could be the end

This great depression the county’s on the mend

A fair days wage for a fair days work

Thats all I got coming to me

Chorus

I take my orders from the union hall

I work on wet iron seven fifty feet tall

And if I may slip it’s the coroner that you call

I’ll be half way to hell if I fall