In the Isle of Cape Breton my father did stay And his father's father before Fishing the banks and digging the coal From the mines that don't give no more ore
And I'm going down the road, boys Seeking what I'm owed, boys And I know it must get better If far enough I go
I remember the fishermen returning so gay Their nets with the silver cod blessed But they couldn't compete with the company fleets Now it's welfare, relief, or go west
And I'm going down the road, boys Seeking what I'm owed, boys And I know it must get better If far enough I go
So I came to the city with the sun in my eyes My heart full of laughter and dreams But all that I found there was concrete and dust And hard times sold in vending machines
And I'm going down the road, boys Seeking what I'm owed, boys And I know it must get better If far enough I go
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