I'm The Man That Built The Bridges Teclado

	  Intro: E B E 

  E                                     A                E 
I cleared the rocks and timber from the wild New England shore, 
  E                                B 
I labored long and hard to make it grow. 
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I built the first log cabins and I raised a family, 
          E                  B                 E 
Told King George and all his Redcoats where to go. 

              A 
    I'm the man that built the bridges. 
            E 
    I'm the man that laid the track. 
            B  
    I'm the man that built this country 
            E 
    With my shoulders and my back. 
            A 
    I'm the man that built the power dams, 
        E 
    And oiled all the cars, 
        B 
    And I laid down the cornerstone 
        E 
    For this great land of ours. 

        E                                  A             E 
I'm the boy that drove the wagons when the people headed west, 
       E                                  B 
Dug canals and pulled the barges on their way. 
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I built and ran the factories, cut the timber for your homes, 
          E           B                 E 
Drove the oxen when I cut and baled the hay. 

    Chorus 

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I built the old sod shanties and I raised the prairie towns, 
  E                                 B 
I made the railroad run from sea to sea. 
  E                              A              E 
I raised and drove the cattle to feed a growing land, 
        E                B                E 
And the mining towns are there because of me. 

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I stoked the mighty furnaces and rolled the flamin' steel, 
  E                     B 
I operated oil rigs and wells. 
    E                               A                    E 
And when the country needed them, I built the planes and tanks, 
   E                B              E 
To send the tyrants down to fry in Hell. 

    Chorus 

         E                             A                   E 
Well, my face may not be pretty and my clothes are not the best, 
          E                              B 
And there ain't no bigshots in my family tree, 
    E                                   A                 E 
But if you're wonderin' who it was that made this country great, 
          E               B               E 
You don't have to look no further, it was me. 

    Chorus