From the banks of Bell Isle to the Manhattan Canyon
? ? ? ? to work in high steel
All of the roads we all have to roam
Well, let's drink to the ones that made home
From the corner of Main to the ridge north of Sixty
And the wheel of a combine to push in the two
The back lane, the back road, the places unknown
Well, let's drink to the ones that made home
Many are leaving, seek out their stories
Their fortunes and fates are well known
There's one thing they crave more than riches and glory
That they find some place that's their own
From the Welfare Hotel to the Single Men's Hostel
The bare reds/berets and shelters, the laws on the street
They don't need your pity and they can't be disowned
So, let's drink to the ones that made home
From the banks of Bell Isle to the Manhattan Canyon
? ? ? ? to work in high steel
All of the roads we all have to roam
Well, let's drink to the ones that made home
Let's drink to the ones that made home
Let's drink to the ones that made home___