You're the walking boss, walking boss You're the boss, but I don't belong to you
I belong, yes I belong And I get along with that steel driving crew
I asked that boss for a job, I want a job He said, son, what can you do?
I can line a track, I can walk a jack I can line a track, I can pick and shovel too
I can work all day without no pay Work all day and sleep in a shanty too
Walking boss, walking boss You're the boss, but I don't belong to you
You're the boss, but I don't belong to you