MAKING TRACKS
lyrics by Brian Yorkey
music by Woody Pak
performed by Hoon, Welly Yang, Brandon Kuwada, and Doan Mackenzie
Up here in the mountains, the dead don't pass away
They linger with the living as we labor through the day
And if you listen closely, you can hear the fallen call
Singing to the ones yet living, singing to us all
They sing about the railroad
They sing of how it shines
They sing about the mountains
And the men who laid the lines
Up here in the mountains, the day is never done
We waken with the sunrise, and work 'till setting sun
Carving at the cliffside, straining at the stone
We work in the teams of twenty, as if we're all alone
Alone, before the danger
Alone, beside our teams
Alone, each man a stranger
Alone, inside his dreams
We move the mighty mountain
We build, we break our backs
We live to lay the lines and
We live, making tracks
Weave another basket and wind another rope
Tie another coolie up and haul him up the slope
Another ton of silver, another ton of steel
Another life is on the line, to make the railroad real
We fill the day with fire
We race to beat the blast
We build forever higher
And we labor to the last
Chorus
I'll work the winter through,
I'll be a rich man in a year
I'll save up every cent and then
I'll bring my fam'ly here
Show them there's a railroad,
And show them how it shines
Tell them of the mountains
And the men who laid the lines.
Chorus
Making tracks!
Making tracks!
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