The New Timer - 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 
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Searchin' for work I hit the road 

I met Frank in east Texas 
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In a freight yard blown through with snow 

 
From New Mexico to Colorado  
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California to the sea 

Frank he showed me the ropes, sir 
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Just till I could get back on my feet 

 
I hoed sugar beets outside of Firebaugh 
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I picked the peaches from the Marysville tree 

They bunked us in a barn just like animals 
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Me and a hundred others just like me 

 
We split up come the spring time 
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I never seen Frank again 

'Cept one rainy night he blew by me on grainer 
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Shouted my name and disappeared in the rain and the wind 

 
They found him shot dead outside Stockton 
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His body lyin' on a muddy hill 

Nothin' taken, nothin' stolen 
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Somebody killed him just to kill 

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Late that summer I was rollin' 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 saviours beautiful light 

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A woman stood cookin' in the kitchen 
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Kid sat at the 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 
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Outside the Sacramento Yard 

Gather some wood and light a fire 
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In the early winter dark 

 
Wind whistling cold I pull my coat around me 
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Make some coffee and stare out into the black night 

I lie awake, I lie awake sir 
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With my machete by my side 

 
My Jesus your gracious love and mercy 
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Tonight I'm sorry could not fill my heart 

Like one good rifle 
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And the name of who I ought to kill 

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