Текст песни Bring It Round

The foreman keeps me working here for half a buck a day If I didn't need the exercise I'd up and walk away. I'd write home and tell 'em about this life of mine But I'm too busy counting days and trying to walk the line. Bring it round, bring it round, One more time so I can see your face Sitting in my favorite place Make a home where I can stay Find somewhere that I can lay me down Bring it round. The sun goes down another day comes back up again Hasn't got a dollar, hasn't got a friend. Old Hannah talks to me, leaves me feeling fine Lying on the roadway and lighting up the line. (chorus) Hear the hammers pounding, hear the foreman yell "You don't load up sixteen tons, I'll make your hours hell." But the days flow by like water, now the water's turned to wine You could charge a dollar for a drink all along the line.