The Hardest Mile Lyrics - Going Out In Style - Dropkick Murphys

I'm heading for a life in the land of the free 

Sending every penny home to the family 

Off to find fortunes that can't be bought 

Now Paddy's struck down from a single shot 

Paddy's struck down from a single shot! 

They lured the men away 

They promised wealth and riches 

A thousand miles from home 

Lying steel and digging ditches 

The work would be a challenge 

Nary a soul could stand the trial 

These wayfaring boys built the railways toughest mile 

Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile! 

Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile 

Murdered for their troubles, left to die 

Immigrant sons from Donegal, Tyrone & Derry 

Their numbers were few but they did the job of many 

Eight weeks went by and the path was clear 

Fifty-seven men had all disappeared 

Not a mention of their name 

No stone was ever turned 

It would be so many years 

Before the truth was ever learned 

Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile 

Murdered for their troubles, left to die 

Immigrant sons from Donegal, Tyrone & Derry 

Their numbers were few but they did the job of many# 

Now ghosts dance a jig on an unmarked grave 

A slug full of lead was the price they were paid 

Vigilante justice, prejudice and pride 

No one in this valley 

Will be seen again alive 

Fifty-seven men on the hardest mile 

Murdered for their troubles, left to die 

Immigrant sons from Donegal, Tyrone & Derry 

Their numbers were few but they did the job of many