Lee Berry Rye

Big steel blades a claiming, limestone rocks a crumbling
Dozer tracks a rumbling over the diesel sound
Ease back on the throttle, push hard on the pedal
Twenty tons of metal are crawling on the ground

Leeberry Rye, burning that diesel oil
Rolling that top soil down the mountain side
Leeberry rye, ten years on a road crew
Trying to put a road through before the winter time

Foreman from the road gang, grumbling and complaining
Can’t work when it’s raining, we’re twenty five days behind
Ease back on the throttle, dig the high grade steeper
Cut the shoulder deeper, we’re working over time