Flatfoot 56 - Toil chords

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Song: Toil
Artist: Flatfoot 56
Album: Toil (2012)

I got my info from this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLfagPGqoys

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Intro: C2  G  C2  G  

C2Upon this lowly railroad spike my hammer swung and fell.
GDown the mighty Mississipp' where the raging waters swell.
C2In the corner of that factory, a dark man-made hell,
GI'll be sitting there in my snare making what they sell.
C2With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em Gthe boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G DAre you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2A child working day and night,
Em Ga father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G Dthe wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain. Em G D Em C D
C2From the dear old age of Adam
Gto the workers of Boaz,
C2We've been doomed to sing this crazy song,
G Dyet it's made me who I am.
C2From the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
Gto the trucker and his load,
C2all feeding that old fat cat
Gjust hoping he'll explode.
C2With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em Gthe boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G DAre you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2A child working day and night,
Em Ga father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G Dthe wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain. Em G D Em C D
Em G DWe've been working for far too long.
Em G DWe've been doomed to hear this lowly song for our sons.
Em G DOur sweat must be working just to fall.
C2 G DI'm a slave to that whistle call.
C2 G DI'm a slave to that whistle call.
(Quiet down)
C2From the dear old age of Adam
Gto the workers of Boaz,
C2We've been doomed to sing this crazy song,
G Dyet it's made me who I am.
C2From the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
Em Gto the trucker and his load,
C2 all feeding that old fat cat
Gjust hoping he'll explode.
C2With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em Gthe boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G DAre you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2A child working day and night,
Em Ga father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G Dthe wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain. (back to norm speed) Em G D Em C D (3X)
Em G DWe've been working for far too long.
Em G DWe've been doomed to hear this crazy song for our sons.
Em G DOur sweat must be working just to fall.
C2 G DI'm a slave to that whistle call.
C2 G DI'm a slave to that whistle call.
Em (ring out) I'm a slave.
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