I stood on the station platform And looked at the lonesome track The train had gone around the curve The train that might never come back For it carried my soldier sweetheart away The one I loved so true My heart was sad, but I did not weep I thought of the work to do Joe had gone to the fighting front And he left his job behind Now I must step into his place On the long a**embly line I said I'll learn to build a ship I'll learn to build a plane For the faster we speed this belt line, girls The quicker our boys return If you think that danger is far away And cannot reach our shore Go ask the wives of MacArthur's men They'll tell you about this war Go ask the widows of the Pearl Harbor boys Our h**nes brave and fine You'll find them at work in the training schools And on the a**embly line If a thousand men leave a thousand jobs To go and fight the foe Our factory wheels would slacken their speed And the belts would move too slow But when a thousand hard working girls Step in and take a hand Out roll the tanks and the planes and guns And there's freedom in the land