Phil Cosby (Before There Was Atlanta, There Was Douglasville)
This ain't my first rodeo
Ten thousand (times)
Ten thousand (times)
They're walking
Running
They're marching
They're pushing
They're shoving
They're pressing (pressing on)
They go, press on
But reaching
Every step by step, to the grave
Pressing on
Every step by step, to the grave
Pressing on and on
Every step by step, to the grave
Step by step, to the grave
Pressing on
You have a song; unsung
I sing my song; falling on deaf ears
Unsung
Unsung
Unsung
Unsung
Unsung
Unsung