In the isle of Cape Breton my father did stay And his father's father before Fishing the banks and digging for coal From the mines that don't give no more ore I remember the fishing boats returning so gay Their nets with the silver cod blessed But they couldn't compete with the company fleets Now it's welfare, relief, or go west So I'm goin' down the road, boys Seeking what I'm owed, boys And I know it must get better If far enough I go I came to the city with the sun in my eyes My mouth full of laughter and dreams But all that I found was concrete and dust And hard times sold in vending machines So I'm goin' down the road, boys Seeking what I'm owed, boys And I know it must get better If far enough I go And I'm goin' down the road, boys Seeking what I'm owed, boys And I know it must get better If far enough I go