This road if made
Can lead us well to our daily bread
'Cause when your promises began to fade
'Cause your work is not laid
Your promises will be dead
This road if made
Can make us trade
'Cause our sweat will be paid
And it will be forever our aid
From morning till we go to bed
This road if made
Can make us feel proud 'cause this is where we're bred
Even if our hopes fled
Pot holes, bumpy rides wont leave us dead
'Cause waiting is all we are fed
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