Tracklayers from Tyrone-Oil & Watercolour

Oil & Watercolour

Tracklayers from Tyrone

So tell me, how is my Mother, is she keeping well there without me

And how are all my younger Brothers, are they’re eatin’ good with the money I’ve sent

And it’s hot in the Colorado sun, laying eight miles of railroad track here by the day

But we are makin’ a new life here in the West, driving spikes deep into ground without a rest


Cause we’re the tracklayers from the Co. Tyrone, and we’re saving a few dollars and were sending some back home

And one day we’ll all be foreman with ranches of our own
and we’ll call the Rocky Mountains our hills of Tyrone

So tell me, how is my Father, is he as stiff as a plank, have you been stretching him out

And how are all, my younger sisters, do they speak of me, how I miss them now

And it’s hot in Colorado sun, by the iron and the ore you sweat, boil, and you burn

But we are makin’ a new life here in the West, laying two thousand miles of line without a vest


Cause we’re the tracklayers from the county Tyrone, and our bodies are more able than your average man

And we’re here to build an empire with our blood and our bones
and we’ll call the Rocky Mountains our hills of Tyrone

We’ll call the Rocky Mountains our hills of Tyrone

Cathal O'Briain © 2017