| When I look back on what I'd done | |
| About 100 years from now | |
| Gonna cry myself to sleep at night | |
| Somebody shows me how | |
| When the sun shines down, what's left of me | |
| About 100 years from now | |
| Gonna cut my water with a rebel yell | |
| And claw my way back to town | |
| 100 years, 100 years | |
| They'll break me but I'll break them too | |
| Oh and this year's for the brakemen | |
| And this one is for you | |
| When sky cracks open and the thunder comes | |
| About 100 years from now | |
| Gonna bury this old yoke and chain | |
| In the cold wet ground | |
| And when I get off at Tennbrook Farm | |
| About 100 years from now | |
| I'm gonna marry you out of common sense | |
| And get out from behind this plow | |
| 100 years, 100 years | |
| They'll break me but I'll break them too | |
| Oh and this one's for the brakemen | |
| And this one is for you | |
| 100 years, 100 years | |
| They'll break me but I'll break them too | |
| Oh and this one's for the brakemen | |
| And this one is for you |