Black Cowboys - Bruce Springsteen

DRAFT

Capo 3rd Fret
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Raney William's playground was among Haven's streets
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Where he ran past melted candles and flower wreaths
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Names and photos of the young black faces
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Whose death and blood consecrated these places

Raney's mother said Raney stay at my side
For you are my blessing, you are my pride
It's your love here that keeps my soul alive
I want you to come home from school and stay inside

Raney'd do his work and put his books away
There was a channel showed a Western movie everyday
And that brought him home books of the black cowboys of the Oklahoma range
The Seminole scouts that fought the tribes of the Great Plains

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Summer come and the days grew long
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Raney always had his mother's smile to depend on
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Along the street of stray bullets he made his way
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To the warmth of her arms at the end of each day

Come the Fall, the rain flooded these homes
In Ezekiel's valley of dry bones
It fell hard and dark to the ground
It fell without a sound

And they took up with a man whose business was the boulevard
Whose smile was fixed in a face that was never off guard
By the pipes 'neath the kitchen sink his secrets are kept
In the day, behind drawn curtains in the next bedroom he slept

And she got lost in the days
The smile Raney depended on dusted away
The arms that held him were no more his own
He lay at night his head pressed to a chest listening to the ghost in her 
bones

In the kitchen, Raney slipped his hand between the pipes
>From a brown bag pulled five hundred dollar bills and stuck it in his coat 
side
Stood in the dark at his mother's bed
Brushed her hair and kissed her eyes

In the twilight Raney walked to the station on streets of stone
Through Pennsylvania and Ohio his train drifted on
Through the small towns of Indiana the big train crept
As he lay his head back on his seat and slept

He woke and the towns gave way to muddy fields of green
Corn and cotton and endless nothing in between
Over the rutted hills of Oklahoma the red sun slipped and was gone
The moon rose and stripped the earth to its bone



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