Biography:
http://www.flatfoot56.com/
Since the year 2000, FLATFOOT 56 have steadily unleashed a rollicking barrage of Celtic punk and folk-tinged hardcore from the South Side of Chicago to an international audience with intense and positive party-like energy. Coinciding with their 10-year anniversary, Flatfoot launched the release of their 3rd label-backed studio effort, Black Thorn, on March 30, 2010.
Led by spirited front man Tobin Bawinkel (Vocals/Guitar)
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
Song: Toil
Artist: Flatfoot 56
Album: Toil (2012)
I got my info from this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLfagPGqoys
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Intro: C2 G C2 G
C2
Upon this lowly railroad spike my hammer swung and fell.
G
Down the mighty Mississipp' where the raging waters swell.
C2
In the corner of that factory, a dark man-made hell,
G
I'll be sitting there in my snare making what they sell.
C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em G
the boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2
A child working day and night,
Em G
a father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain.
Em G D Em C D
C2
From the dear old age of Adam
G
to the workers of Boaz,
C2
We've been doomed to sing this crazy song,
G D
yet it's made me who I am.
C2
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
G
to the trucker and his load,
C2
all feeding that old fat cat
G
just hoping he'll explode.
C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em G
the boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2
A child working day and night,
Em G
a father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain.
Em G D Em C D
Em G D
We've been working for far too long.
Em G D
We've been doomed to hear this lowly song for our sons.
Em G D
Our sweat must be working just to fall.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
(Quiet down)
C2
From the dear old age of Adam
G
to the workers of Boaz,
C2
We've been doomed to sing this crazy song,
G D
yet it's made me who I am.
C2
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
Em G
to the trucker and his load,
C2
all feeding that old fat cat
G
just hoping he'll explode.
C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em G
the boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2
A child working day and night,
Em G
a father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain.
(back to norm speed)
Em G D Em C D (3X)
Em G D
We've been working for far too long.
Em G D
We've been doomed to hear this crazy song for our sons.
Em G D
Our sweat must be working just to fall.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
Em (ring out)
I'm a slave.
Artist: Flatfoot 56
Album: Toil (2012)
I got my info from this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CLfagPGqoys
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____________________________________________________________________________
Intro: C2 G C2 G
C2
Upon this lowly railroad spike my hammer swung and fell.
G
Down the mighty Mississipp' where the raging waters swell.
C2
In the corner of that factory, a dark man-made hell,
G
I'll be sitting there in my snare making what they sell.
C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em G
the boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2
A child working day and night,
Em G
a father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain.
Em G D Em C D
C2
From the dear old age of Adam
G
to the workers of Boaz,
C2
We've been doomed to sing this crazy song,
G D
yet it's made me who I am.
C2
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
G
to the trucker and his load,
C2
all feeding that old fat cat
G
just hoping he'll explode.
C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em G
the boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2
A child working day and night,
Em G
a father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain.
Em G D Em C D
Em G D
We've been working for far too long.
Em G D
We've been doomed to hear this lowly song for our sons.
Em G D
Our sweat must be working just to fall.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
(Quiet down)
C2
From the dear old age of Adam
G
to the workers of Boaz,
C2
We've been doomed to sing this crazy song,
G D
yet it's made me who I am.
C2
From the steel workers in Pittsburgh,
Em G
to the trucker and his load,
C2
all feeding that old fat cat
G
just hoping he'll explode.
C2
With a silver spoon breaking my teeth,
Em G
the boys on the line working just to eat.
C2 G D
Are you picturing the stories that I sing?
C2
A child working day and night,
Em G
a father turned into a ghostly sight,
C2 G D
the wage slave knows so well that hopeless strain
C2 G D (pause)
of a poor man just trying to remain
as he pays his toll of pain.
(back to norm speed)
Em G D Em C D (3X)
Em G D
We've been working for far too long.
Em G D
We've been doomed to hear this crazy song for our sons.
Em G D
Our sweat must be working just to fall.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
C2 G D
I'm a slave to that whistle call.
Em (ring out)
I'm a slave.
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