The New Timer - Bruce Springsteen

He rode the rails since the great depression

Fifty years out on the skids

He said you don’t cross nobody

You’ll be all right out here kid

Left my family in Pennsylvania

Searchin' 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 tree

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

'Cept one rainy night he blew by me on grainer

Shouted my name and disappeared in the rain and the wind

They found him shot dead outside Stockton

His body lyin' on a muddy hill

Nothin' taken, nothin' stolen

Somebody killed him just to kill

Late that summer I was rollin' through the plains of Texas

A vision passed before my eyes A small house sittin' trackside

With the glow of the saviours beautiful light

A woman stood cookin' in the kitchen

Kid sat at the table with his old man

Now I wonder does my son miss me

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

Make some coffee and stare out 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