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Rise %s and shine,
We swing the pick on the railroad,
With pay day come in our hearts,
And when the sun goes down.
Through fields of green we roam,
Where voices softly call,
The soul finds a home,
And soft shines through all.
Let music fill the air,
And joy fill our souls,
For years beyond compare,
And memories that never grow old.
So swing the pick and sing, friends,
With pay day come filling each day,
Till songs guide us home again,
And we find our peace for aye.
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