Key: A
Introduction: A B C# D E
A
My Dad started east some time in the thirties
B C# D E
With the On-To-Ottawa men
A
He'd enough of the camps and the dole and the handouts
B C# D E
He wanted to work and to tie the loose ends
A2
He drifted from factory to foundry to flop-house
B C# D E
The war sorted out what mere men could not
A
In Sudbury's forges he worked like a mad-man
B C# D E
Those years lost to hunger, Dad never forgot
A
I headed west when I had turned twenty
B C# D E
When the factories and foundries had closed
A
And in my minds eye I thought I might settle
B C# D E
Out here where my father was raised and was born
A2
I worked as a jug-hound a rough-neck a bouncer
B C# D E
I worked where I wanted and I drew damn good pay
A
Saw no end to our luck and so we just pushed it
B C# D E
But O.P.E.C. and mortgages ate it away
D E
Now the boom's gone to bust
A D
And we're down on the dole boys
B C# D E
No treasure laid up, for family and friends
D E A E
It's pull up stakes now or pull up stakes later
B C# D E
For labouring men the road never ends
Now it seems to me somehow this nation of migrants