I'm The Man That Built The Bridges chords by Tom Paxton

I'm The Man That Built the Bridges ? Words and Music by Tom Paxton
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I cleared the rocks and timber from the wild New England shore,
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I labored long and hard to make it grow.
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I built the first log cabins and I raised a family,
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Told King George and all his Redcoats where to go.

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    I'm the man that built the bridges.
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    I'm the man that laid the track.
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    I'm the man that built this country
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    With my shoulders and my back.
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    I'm the man that built the power dams,
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    And oiled all the cars,
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    And I laid down the cornerstone
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    For this great land of ours.

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I'm the boy that drove the wagons when the people headed west,
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Dug canals and pulled the barges on their way.
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I built and ran the factories, cut the timber for your homes,
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Drove the oxen when I cut and baled the hay.

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I built the old sod shanties and I raised the prairie towns,
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I made the railroad run from sea to sea.
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I raised and drove the cattle to feed a growing land,
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And the mining towns are there because of me.

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I stoked the mighty furnaces and rolled the flamin' steel,
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I operated oil rigs and wells.
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And when the country needed them, I built the planes and tanks,
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To send the tyrants down to fry in Hell.

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Well, my face may not be pretty and my clothes are not the best,
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And there ain't no bigshots in my family tree,
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But if you're wonderin' who it was that made this country great,
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You don't have to look no further, it was me.