Bruce Springsteen

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He rode the rails since the Great Depression
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Fifty years out on the skids
He said "You don't cross nobody
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You'll be all right out here kid."

Left my family in Pennsylvania
Searching for work, I hit the road
I met Frank in East Texas
In a freight yard blown through with snow

From New Mexico to Colorado
California to the sea
Frank, he showed me the ropes, sir
Just till I could get back on my feet

I hoed sugar beets outside of Firebaugh
I picked the peaches from the Marysville trees
They bunked us in a barn just like animals
Me and a hundred others just like me

We split up come the springtime
I never seen Frank again
Except one rainy night, he blew by me on a grainer
Shouted my name and disappeared in
the rain and wind

They found him shot dead outside of Stockton
His body lying on a muddy hill
Nothing taken, nothing stolen
Somebody killing just to kill

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Late that summer I was rollin'
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through the plains of Texas
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A vision passed before my eyes
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A small house sittin' trackside
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With the glow of the savior's beautiful light

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A woman stood cookin' in the kitchen
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Kid sat at a table with his old man
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Now I wonder does my son miss me
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Does he wonder where I am

Tonight I pick my campsite carefully
Outside the Sacramento yard
Gather some wood and light a fire
In the early winter dark

Wind whistling cold, I pull my coat around me
Heat some coffee and stare into the black night
I lie awake, I lie awake, sir
With my machete by my side

My Jesus, your gracious love and mercy
Tonight, I'm sorry, could not fill
My heart like one good rifle
And the name of who I ought to kill