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Version	Length	Source	Availability
Live Acoustic	4:05	Performed live around 1989 on the ABC’s Rock Arena.	Unreleased.

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Lyrics

I’ll tell you a story about just one man
Couldn’t hold his liquor so he cut off his hand
Went around to his woman’s just to sit and to think
The door wouldn’t open and the key didn’t fit

He’ll try to tell that pain doesn’t hurt
Works in a factory, turns money into dirt
And his mother is screaming, there is scum on the floor
The cleaners a first love and sex is a chore

But out on the railroads with pig iron Bob
If your spirit ain’t level, you are out of a job
You are out of a job
You are out of a job
You are out of a job

Sheaved and he washed to fix up his life
Picked out a photo and made her his wife
The preacher, he cried, your intentions are foul
Get out of God’s bathrooms or throw in the towel

But out on the railroads with pig iron Bob
If your spirit ain’t level, you are out of a job
You are out of a job
You are out of a job
You are out of a job

His family made houses, nails in the wood
Travelled in wagons and lived where they could
His Granddad went mad with a badge and a rope
Damned law and order and drained of all hope

But out on the railroads with pig iron Bob
If your spirit ain’t level, you are out of a job
You are out of a job
You are out of a job
You are out of a job

But out on the railroads with pig iron Bob
If your spirit ain’t level, you are out of a job

[Nick Barker]