Walking Through a Wasted Land, by Richard Thompson, from Across a Crowded Room Down I remember when the farmer was ashamed If he never put his hand to a plow You can buy a lot of shame with your money he'd riding in a limousine now Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down Now sweat is the name of this town It's an ugly old dirty old disgrace And now that the steel's shut down It's steel puts the sweat in a man's face Walk Down, Walk Down, Walk Down Now I should have a break like you But somebody (azchords.com)