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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe New Timer
He rode the rails since the Great DepressionFifty years out on the skidsHe said 'You don't cross nobodyYou'll be all right out here kid.'Left my family in PennsylvaniaSearchin' for work I hit the roadI met Frank in East TexasIn a freight yard blown thru with snowFrom New Mexico to Colorado California to the seaFrank he showed me the ropes sir=20Just till I could get back on my feetI hoed sugar beets outside of Firebaugh I picked the peaches from theMarysville treesThey bunked us in a barn just like animalsMe and a hundred others just like meWe split up come the springtimeI never seen Frank again'Cept one rainy night he blew by me on a grainerShouted my name and disappeared in the rain and windThey found him shot dead outside of StocktonHis body lyin' on a muddy hillNothin' taken nothin' stolenSomebody killin' just to killLate that summer was rollin' thru the plains of TexasA vision passed before my eyesA small house sittin' tracksideWith the glow of the savior's beautiful lightA woman stood cookin' in the kitchenKid sat at a table with his old manNow I wonder does my son miss meDoes he wonder where I amTonight I pick my campsite carefullyOutside the Sacramento yardGather some wood and light a fireIn the early winter darkWind whistling cold I pull my coat around meHeat some coffee and stare out into the black nightI lie awake I lie awake sirWith my machete by my sideMy Jesus your gracious love and mercyTonight I'm sorry could not fill my heartLike one good rifleAnd the name of who I ought to kill
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