Blood, Sweat And Tears
Verse:
[Am]Some time ago in the city run solely on ste[E]am
The po[E]wer plant workers would rise and stick to rout[Am]ine
Br[Dm]eakin' their backs 'til their work shirts were dirty and b[Am]rown
As y[E]ear after year, they'd work for the good of the t[Am]own
As p[Am]arts would get old, these men would make the rep[E]airs
Cha[E]nging out axles and belts with meticulous c[Am]are
W[Dm]orking their hands to the bone and slaving a[Am]way
They'd pr[E]ess on with diligence and as they strained you could h[E]ear them say,
Chorus:
"With our blo[Dm]od, sweat, and tears
And the g[Am]rinding of gears
We shall sl[E]ave to keep our beautiful city al[Am]ive!
"Yes, with bl[Dm]ood, sweat, and tears
And the pas[Am]sing of years
We'll exp[E]end ourselves so our fair people may thr[Am]ive!"
One afternoon Frederick Worthington clocked into work
He went to his station not knowing the danger that lurked
He pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine
But deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen
The pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue
And suddenly one of the tanks had to give, and it blew
Frederick was knocked back into an assortment of gears
And there in an instant he came to an end with his GREATEST FEAR!
And with blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
This disaster happened in front of our terrified eyes
Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
In his premature years
Frederick met his unfortunate, wholly untimely demise
So with blood, sweat, and tears
We must face what we fear
And although it's tragic, and everyone's sad that he's gone
With our blood, sweat, and tears
We return to our gears
This city still needs us to work, so we must carry on
With our blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive!
Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
And the passing of years
We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!
Verse:
[Am]Some time ago in the city run solely on ste[E]am
The po[E]wer plant workers would rise and stick to rout[Am]ine
Br[Dm]eakin' their backs 'til their work shirts were dirty and b[Am]rown
As y[E]ear after year, they'd work for the good of the t[Am]own
As p[Am]arts would get old, these men would make the rep[E]airs
Cha[E]nging out axles and belts with meticulous c[Am]are
W[Dm]orking their hands to the bone and slaving a[Am]way
They'd pr[E]ess on with diligence and as they strained you could h[E]ear them say,
Chorus:
"With our blo[Dm]od, sweat, and tears
And the g[Am]rinding of gears
We shall sl[E]ave to keep our beautiful city al[Am]ive!
"Yes, with bl[Dm]ood, sweat, and tears
And the pas[Am]sing of years
We'll exp[E]end ourselves so our fair people may thr[Am]ive!"
One afternoon Frederick Worthington clocked into work
He went to his station not knowing the danger that lurked
He pulled on the lever to start up the massive machine
But deep in the workings was something he had not foreseen
The pistons were pumping as pressure began to accrue
And suddenly one of the tanks had to give, and it blew
Frederick was knocked back into an assortment of gears
And there in an instant he came to an end with his GREATEST FEAR!
And with blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
This disaster happened in front of our terrified eyes
Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
In his premature years
Frederick met his unfortunate, wholly untimely demise
So with blood, sweat, and tears
We must face what we fear
And although it's tragic, and everyone's sad that he's gone
With our blood, sweat, and tears
We return to our gears
This city still needs us to work, so we must carry on
With our blood, sweat, and tears
And the grinding of gears
We shall slave to keep our beautiful city alive!
Yes, with blood, sweat, and tears
And the passing of years
We'll expend ourselves so our fair people may thrive!
