Kubikaši Blues (2025)

Kubikaši (plural): Workers known for their physical strength, often building roads, canals, and foundations before machines took over.

Lyrics:
Flat land stretchin’ far as eyes can roam,
No hills to hold me, just sky and home.
Steam train thunderin’ from the southern bend,
Crossin’ the river bridge — this day won’t end.

Steel rails cut through golden wheat that grows,
That iron snake knows where it goes.
Coal fire risin’ where the warm wind blows,
Soot in my lungs from the wagon’s throes.

We stand like shadows in the morning haze,
Shovels in hand through the heat and blaze.
No choir but clangin’ steel sings praise,
We count our hours, not golden days.

Wind kicks dust where the black smoke flies,
Each clang of metal rings through the skies.
We toss that coal with tired eyes,
But we don’t break — we rise, we rise.

Swing by swing, we bleed but never shut,
Hands like leather, boots in soot.
No preacher here, just grit and gut,
We find our grace in every rut.

No rise, no ridge, just horizon clean,
Flatland truth in a shovel scene.
We work this land where hope’s unseen,
Still we sing what labor means.

Boss man paid me, folded bills in hand,
Said, “Go wet your throat, you earned that stand.”
I walked toward light, toward music and band,
Where gospel lives in a lowland man.

Steam train’s gone, but the tavern’s aglow,
Fiddle weeps where the low winds blow.
We raise our cups to the fire below,
And sing like men who’ve earned their soul.

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