Words and music copyright 1997 by Steve Brooks

I hear that train a-rolling.
It's speeding down the track.
It's taking jobs to Mexico,
And they ain't coming back.

They call it Fast Track.
It's time to tell 'em, Not so fast.
Before that Fast Track.
Rolls right over the middle class.

They want a trade agreement
That works a lot like NAFTA.
Big business gets the gold mine
While you and I get shafted.

On that Fast Track,
We'll be living hand to mouth.
On that Fast Track,
Watch your wages heading South.

So call those folks in Congress,
'Cause Friday is the date.
They're trying to railroad us,
But it's time to hit the brakes

On that Fast Track,
Stop that runaway train.
Stop that Fast Track.
And make Bill Clinton feel your pain.