When I look back on what I done, bout a hundred years from now
Gonna cry myself to sleep at night, somebody shows me how ahhoohh
When the sun shines down, whats left of me, bout a hundred years from now
Gonna cut my water with a rebel yell, and claw my way back to town
One hundred yeaaaaars, one hundred yeaaaars
They’ll break me, but I’ll break them toooooooooooooo
Oh and this here’s for the brakemen, and this one is for you
When the sky cracks open, and the thunder comes bout a hundred years from now
Gonna bury this old yoke and chan, in the cold wet ground
And when I get off at tennebrook farm, bout a hundred years from now
I’m gonna marry you out of common sense, and get out from behind this cloud
Ladadadada, lada dadadaaaaa, ladadadada da daaah aah, la daaaa badadadada, ladadadada
ladadadadaaaaa daaa daaaaa
One hundred years, one hundred years
they’ll break me, but I’ll break them Toooooo
Oh and this one’s for the brakemen, and this one is for you
One hundred years, one hundred years
they’ll break me but I’ll break them Toooooooooo
Oh and this one’s for the brakemen, and this one is for you