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Bruce Springsteen

The New Timer

 

The New Timer

(álbum: The Ghost Of Tom Joad - 1995)


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
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
'Cept 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

Late that summer I was rolling through the plains of Texas
A vision passed before my eyes
A small house sitting trackside
With the glow of the savior's beautiful light
A woman stood cooking in the kitchen
Kid sat at a 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
Heat 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

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